Elle
What Would Quincy Do?
My nipples erect and my head full of erotic possibilities, I was overcome by a rush of steamy desire that had nothing to do with sitting in a bathtub full of hot water. I closed my eyes and slipped effortlessly into my fantasy. The man in my mind was fine, friendly, and vaguely familiar. He had Terrence Howard's bedroom eyes, Denzel's charismatic smile, and The Rock's hard, chiseled body: a DNA bonanza of Hollywood features. All imagined. All good. And for all intents and purposes, all mine.
"You want to touch them, don't you," I teased, looking him straight in his hazel eyes.
"Yes, they're beautiful. May I? Please," he begged.
"No, not yet. I want you to watch me. Would you like that, baby? Would you like to see me do me?" I emphasized my query by parting my lips and placing my fingers in my mouth. My digit became his penis and I erotically treated it as such. My tongue wrapped the tip in circles of bliss before my lips clamped down and, with a seductive rhythm of varied speed and pressure, sucked. I could feel the erotic pull in both my fingers and clit, and I could tell that the visual was getting to him.
"Yes." His voice was but a deep whisper as he fought to maintain his cool. But the sight of my naked breasts, released from their satin confinement and showcased by a half-unbuttoned blouse was rendering his efforts ineffective.
"Okay. I promise to let you watch me but only if you abide by my rule--no touching yourself or me until I give you permission. Agreed?"
"Yes."
"Good boy.
My coochie was wet and crying out for attention. Slowly, I did a full body stretch, shifting my weight to my feel and arching my torso away from the cool, smooth leather, and raised my skirt until it was high in my lap. Then, in a classic Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct move, I slowly separated my legs, revealing my hidden treasures, which were conveniently unfettered by fabric.
"Come closer," I commanded and watched as he obediently leaned his face into my hot crotch. I gently spread my lips, revealing Quincy's lovely pink underside and stiffening clit. "Blow on it."
Going Deeper with Elle
What's the hardest thing about writing erotica? Everything--from finding new and interesting ways for your characters to stretch their sexual boundaries to what to call body parts without sounding corny. Mainly, though, the hardest thing is to tell a good story that's interesting and sexy.
What's the best thing about writing erotica? I think the best part of writing erotica is the best part of reading it as well. It's a feeling of being truly alive, the way you feel when you're sexually aroused. I also love the sense of freedom that comes when you discard the shackles of convention and let your imagination fly. Some of my characters are doing and discovering new and exciting things about sex that I as an author would never have the nerve to try, but it's damn fun to experience it all through them!
What's the sexiest part of a man? His sensuality. A woman? Her confidence.
Finish this sentence. "I've never had a one night stand, but I'd love to try it!
Top or bottom? Whatever feels right at the moment.
Vanilla or chocolate? Depends on what I have a taste for.
With or without nuts?
Sexiest city in the world? Wherever we are!
Sexiest vacation spot? Reethi Rah Resort in Maldives
Favorite nasty word? Fuck! Least favorite word? Cunt
Elle is the erotic alter ego of one grown and sexy best-selling author. She is currently working on the Elle Series, an elegant, luxuriously lustful erotic collection of three sultry adventures written for women of a certain age, but to be enjoyed by all. The first book, The I.O.U. will be released in February 2011.
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