Plastic Panties : Brief PVC fetish stories by Men E. Love
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
As advertised, this book is a collection of fetish PVC quickies.
This is my first PVC fetish story. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I follow Men E. Love on many social sites and have always been intrigued by the covers, as well as the vinyl/plastic fascination. So, giving in to curiosity, I 1-clicked.
The book is a series of evocative vignettes, each a brief scene featuring a new character or set of characters, giving the reader a voyeuristic, almost fantasy-like glimpse into each character's preference and kink. There are curious newbs, married couples, strangers and friends, executives, urm... athletes, and a fascinating twist when a semi-reluctant victim/sub turns the tables on her captor/dom for a split second.
As a first-timer, descriptors are on point, all the senses piqued—sight, sounds, smell, taste, feel, heat factor, and some elements I'd never even thought of. And The Kink Olympics! OMG! Is this a thing? If not, it should be. What a titillating concept!
This was a hot, quick, squirm in your seat kinda read. Now I'm even more intrigued. I'm off to buy PVC Me for my weekend read.
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Author / H K Carlton
A Mafia Hand: Juno – by Shilo West – Release Blitz & #Giveaway @agarcia6510 @CravePub
A Mafia Hand: Juno (High Stakes, #1)
Author: Shilo West
Genre: Billionaire Romance
Publisher: Crave Publishing, LLC
Publication Date: Jan. 2nd, 2023
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
I tried not to look at him again…Not today, you caramel sundae of a man, I thought to myself.
He’d been a thorn in my side all night. He was pretty enough to look at, but I wasn’t in the mood for nonsense, and this guy couldn’t help himself. And I was having to spend way too much of my time focusing on how to keep my thoughts from wandering back to the dimple in his chin.
But I could feel his eyes, they were fixated upon me.
Fortunately for me, after years in casinos, country clubs, dive bars, and back-room card games up and down the east coast before making my way to Vegas, I had learned a thing or two, or four or five, about how to keep track of all the eyes at a card table.
And this tournament has no room for distractions. This tournament is my prison break. My ticket out of a life I never meant to have. Unfortunately, in a spit second, things took a bad turn…I saw Mitchell’s men.
Mitchell Byron, known to the world as the mysterious inventor, entrepreneur, and tech billionaire XK3M has been hunting me since the day I left. And he’s a lot more dangerous than betting big bucks on some high stakes poker game.
Now I’m betting for my life…
Shilo West is the author of the High Stakes series. She loves to write mafia/billionaire adventure type romances. Lucky enough to live in Maui with her dog and fiancée, when she’s not writing, she loves hanging out at the beach or hiking.
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Enjoy a sizzling snippet from ‘In The Flesh’ #lesfic #eroticromance #99cents
Working undercover, nothing is ever as it seems…
Assigned the unenviable task of taking down the untouchable Travino crime family, undercover ATF Agent Kate Benson and her veteran partner Mike Pennington are thrown into the seedy underworld of organized crime.
Kate is asked to draw on her past experience as a dancer and infiltrate one of Travino’s skin clubs, In the Flesh.
Posing as Vivienne, Kate meets exotic dancer Carly. From the moment they first dance together, she can’t seem to keep her mind or her greedy hands off the dynamic dancer. Together they sizzle on stage and off. She soon realizes she’s falling for Carly but knows from past experience that beginning a relationship built on half-truths is a recipe for failure.
As Kate attempts to straddle the line between doing her job and being as honest as she can be with Carly, while still maintaining her cover, Kate and Mike are caught snooping around the club after hours by none other than the mob boss himself.
And Kate knows there’s not a two-step in the world that can save them now.
The bar was suddenly overwhelmed. Kate stayed to help Mike, along with several other bartenders.
“Who’s next?” she called.
“A shot of Blue Label, please.” Kate looked up at the handsome, well-dressed newcomer.
“Straight up?” She grabbed a square tumbler.
He smiled. “No other way to drink it.”
“I don’t get many orders for that.” She reached for the bottle.
“Let me guess. I’m the first,” he said, as she faced him. A deep dimple appeared in his right cheek.
“That’s because I stocked the bar myself.”
Kate smiled. “You must be Mr. Travino.”
The surveillance photos didn’t do him justice.
His grin widened, showing perfect white teeth. “You got it.” She set the drink in front of him. “And you’re Viv.” His gaze flicked from her name tag.
“In the flesh,” she replied cheekily, with a wink.
He chuckled. “Call me Tavis.”
“Rockin’ crowd tonight, Tavis.”
“It’s always like this when Carly’s in-house.”
“So I hear.”
He cocked his head. “You sound dubious.”
“I’ll reserve my opinion. The way everyone talks her up, she should be principal dancer for the New York Ballet.”
“Fair enough. But she’s gonna blow you away. And, I agree, she should be head of some lucrative dance company.”
“So why isn’t she?”
“Same reason you’re waiting tables in a strip club, I imagine.”
“Viv!” Mike barked.
“Sorry, Mac,” she called over the noise. “Duty calls. It was a pleasure to meet you, Tavis.”
“The pleasure was all mine. Catch up with you later, gorgeous.”
“Looking forward to it, handsome.”
The staff kept up with the orders and the first few acts took the stage, priming the crowd. Much later, when the bar rush calmed, Kate started serving tables. She fended off several patrons, until one grabbed her bum.
Before she even had a chance to give the miscreant a piece of her mind, he was seized by security, accompanied by Tavis.
“Toss him out.”
“Come on, Travino. Ya can’t put these luscious babes in here and not expect the odd grope.”
The bouncer pushed him toward the exit.
“You know the rules. Don’t touch my staff.” Tavis rounded on Kate. “No matter how luscious they are. You okay?”
“I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can, but in here we watch each other’s backs. You’re part of the family now, Viv.”
The family? She had to stifle a shudder. Being a Travino went against everything she’d sworn to uphold.
“Besides, Carly would kick my ass if her girls were mistreated.”
“I’m hardly one of Carly’s girls. And you make it sound like she runs the place.”
“She does. I put up the money and she does the rest. Enjoy the show.” He gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze before leaving.
The lights lowered and the next act took the stage.
As she strolled along, Kate picked up empties while listening for any useful info. There didn’t seem to be any shoptalk tonight. It was all about Carly.
With the audience trained on the act, and the bar, for the time being, manageable, Mike made his way over. “What was that all about?”
“One of the regulars got handsy. Tavis had security throw him out.”
Mike snorted. “It’s a wonder you didn’t break his arm.”
“Right? I think I showed great restraint.”
“You’re doing well. But this is going way slower than I’d hoped.”
Several of the men around them hollered raucously as another one of the girls took the stage. “Shake it, Jasmine!”
“Apparently, her name is Jasmine.” Mike chuckled.
Jasmine wasn’t the best dancer. She was off-beat and slightly inebriated by the way she kept losing her balance every time she tried to spin. Halfway through the song, she ripped open her top.
“Look, Mike, she’s your type. She has nice big…eyes,” Kate joked, fluttering her lashes.
“Her tits ain’t bad, either,” he answered, deadpan.
“I’ve seen better.”
“Come on…nothin’? Not even a tingle?” he teased.
“Not a twinge.” It wasn’t true. She was slightly on edge merely seeing bare, jiggling breasts. It had been a while since she’d been in a stable relationship, but she wasn’t terribly turned on.
The crowd jeered as Jasmine once again lost her balance.
“I thought Carly ran a tight ship,” Kate said. “So why has Miss Topless-Turvy not gotten the hook yet?”
Someone tossed a beer on stage. The dancer ran off and the offender was promptly removed.
“Bring on Carly,” one guy shouted, inciting the horde into a steady chant.
“My God.” Kate rolled her eyes. “Could they drag this out any more?”
“I believe this is called fever pitch, baby.”
The entire place plunged into darkness. A hush fell over the audience. Several seconds ticked by before the spotlight hit center stage.
In the circular glow stood a woman with her back to the crowd, dressed in a navy crop-top and high-cut leather shorts, barely covering her shapely bottom. Thigh-high black boots hugged long beautiful legs, spread wide in a provocative stance.
Shrill whistles and lewd comments ensued, but Kate hardly noticed. A low hum of excitement began in her stomach.
An obscure warble pulsed through the sound system. The dancer rolled her shoulder to the weird rhythm.
It was a strange song. The beat seemed off for the kind of bump-and-grind expected.
With an impressive one-eighty, Carly faced the crowd, dressed as a cop. What Kate had mistaken for a crop-top was, in fact, a standard blue, beat cop’s dress shirt, tied at the waist, giving a tantalizing view of her belly. Pinned to one breast pocket was a shiny gold badge. On her head, an official-looking cap. Dark-lensed, gold-rimmed aviators topped off the look.
Oh, yeah, there was a twinge.
Another round of catcalls faded when the beat of the music tripled, fast and loud. It pounded in Kate’s chest.
In an exaggerated runway walk, Carly strutted the long catwalk splitting either side of the audience. A set of handcuffs swayed at her waist. She had a rockin’ body. A dancer’s body. Strong and muscular in all the right places, not bulky or angular.
She removed the sunglasses, tucking them at her ample cleavage, again diverting Kate’s attention to the swell of breasts pushed up in the vee of the shirt.
After inventorying her lovely assets, Kate zeroed in on her face. At that moment, Kate realized she’d met this gorgeous woman before. Several times. But always in another capacity. She was the sexy-as-fuck woman from the office. Body and brains.
Awesome investigative work, Kate, she berated. Granted, she always seemed to have a different hair color and style, along with slightly altered makeup. A true chameleon, an asset in this sort of work.
Carly looked down at her and winked before making her way back to the main stage. Kate’s gaze went straight to her shapely ass, following the long line of her dynamic legs.
Unexpectedly, when Carly reached her mark, there was a male dancer standing there. The well-built man in a white T-shirt and jeans. Very West Side Story-esque.
They circled each other. Carly seemed to overpower him. She pushed him against the wall and, with her feet, kicked at his ankles, opening his stance.
Sensually and playfully, Carly frisked him, covering every part of his body, further rousing the crowd. It was obvious from the lewd comments that any one of them would gladly take his place. Especially when she molded his trousers, thoroughly framing the evidence of his arousal.
The music built and the most thrilling choreographed fight scene ensued. The lone lady cop in pursuance of the muscle-bound fugitive. The two amazing dancers tussled, chasing and escaping in turn.
It was more of a performance than a striptease, but Carly held them in the palm of her hand. She was spellbinding. A true performer and storyteller.
In a flurry of leaps and bounds, they came back together and pulled at each other’s clothes. She ripped off his thin shirt.
Seemingly angry, the thug, for the moment, overwhelmed her. He controlled her, yanking her hands above her head. One-handed, he held her wrists while letting his free hand roam over her in the same slow, exploratory way she had him.
Leisurely, he manhandled her breasts, greedily squeezing and plumping. The bastard even played with her nipples.
At first, Carly seemed appalled to find herself in the position. But as he continued to maul her, she acted as if she enjoyed it. Perhaps she did. Her eyes fluttered and her lips parted.
Roughly, he jerked her lapels apart, giving the crowd a peek at her see-through bra. There was a collective gasp. Under the hot lights, and from the exertion, perspiration made the garment cling to her. Her hard nipples tented the fabric. Kate’s body reacted in kind, her breasts prickling.
Carly appeared to capitulate. The gangster grinned cockily and made a great show of sliding his hand down her core, heading for her waistband. The gesture excited the crowd.
Carly used her captor’s smugness against him. Lightning fast, she turned and delivered a chop to his Adam’s apple. Incensed, he lunged. They grappled and twirled across the space with such technical precision, it was as if watching a movie. Her body tensed, humming with anticipation of what might happen next.
Suddenly, Carly jumped and landed the most athletic spinning kick to his chin. He stumbled, breaking through a set-design chair.
Furious, the criminal picked himself up while placing his fingers to his mouth, as if checking for blood. He let out a shrill whistle and another male dancer, dressed similarly, appeared. The two of them stalked her.
Carly raised her hands chest-high and shoved them both. They stopped in their tracks. From nowhere, she held a gun on them.
Where the fuck did it come from? There was no way she’d had it stashed in those skin-tight shorts.
The music warbled again, a strange, almost haunting sound. This time it sent a shiver up Kate’s spine.
Another spotlight appeared not far from where Kate stood. Carly swung around and pointed the weapon. She closed one eye, taking aim.
For a moment, Kate imagined the spotlight on her, Carly exposing her for the cop she was, in the center of the mafia stronghold, singling her out with the barrel of the gun.
Carly pulled the trigger. A blast made Kate jump, but it was Carly’s face that contorted. She flew forward, her ample chest concaved, and she crumpled to the floor.
So caught up in the drama, Kate’s first instinct was to help. If not for Mike grabbing her arm, she’d have made a fool of herself.
From behind, another male dancer stepped around them and dove on stage.
The men swarmed Carly, moving over her, covering her in a wave of undulations. The music swelled to a crescendo of manic drumbeats. The offenders each grabbed a limb of the seemingly lifeless Carly. They carried her, splayed wide, back to center stage. In a dramatic flourish, they tossed her in the air. Collectively the crowd gasped. The stagehands rendered the space pitch black once more and the throbbing music stopped abruptly.
It was over, but Kate fought for breath. She wasn’t the only one. In the silence, all she could hear was rapid panting. It was as if the room itself were breathing, the walls closing in and expanding.
Shakily, Kate wiped the fine sheen of sweat from her upper lip. She was both hot and cold at the same time. Her heart pounded. Her legs trembled.
It seemed an eternity but was only a matter of seconds before dim lighting lit the area once again. The stage remained dark. Kate stared at it, hoping to catch a glimpse of the dynamic dancer, but there was no one there.
Slowly, people came back to themselves and moved to the bar, washrooms or exits.
Kate was no longer a doubter. Carly was everything everyone raved about and more. Tavis was right—she’d been blown away.
“You okay?” Mike chuckled at her side.
“I think I’m in love.”
He snorted. “You and every other person in the joint. And she didn’t even have to take off her clothes. That’s talent.”
In total agreement, Kate followed him shakily back to the bar.
©Copyright H.K. Carlton
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A Reluctant Santa
Release Date: December 2, 2022
Publisher: Extasy Books
Word Count: 12,698
Genre: Erotic Romance, Mature Heroine, Holiday Story
Heat Level: 3 flames
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Is it ever too late to find happiness?
They’re in their fifties. Grief-stricken (her) and battle scarred (him) from their previous loves, they don’t want to risk more heartbreak, ever. They’ll have to take it slow, talk it through, test the waters carefully. Can they make it happen at this speed, get it done in a short story, and reap the benefits of sizzling sex at their age? Why not?
WHAT THEY’RE SAYINGA Christmas cracker – A short, sweet and sexy Xmas romance that will bring festive hope to all the over 50’s – love and a fulfilling sex life is not just for the younger generation.”
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Unravel the Legend of Ponte Drago – New Release – Dragon Bridge – by E.D. Parr @parr_books #fantasy #mmromance
Please welcome back the fab E.D. Parr to the blog with a teaser from brand new release Dragon Bridge. If you’re a regular to the blog you know I’m a huge fan of E.D. Parr’s work. I’ve already read and thoroughly enjoyed Dragon Bridge, and I have to say, I think this is my favorite Parr story to date. The legend of Ponte Drago intertwined with the romance all within a stunning Italian setting—the authors descriptors so on point, you’ll feel as if you are sitting in an Italian piazza with the handsome Key Alder. You’ll fall in love with Key, Claudio and Italy. Take it away, E.D.!
Thank you for inviting me to your blog with my new release MM romance release, Dragon Bridge, from Evernight Publishing
I first started thinking about this story around two years ago when I saw a shadow across the full moon that looked like a dragon. It was a dark gray cloud, but it captured my imagination and for a year, I considered a plot that might work that sight into a story and so the legend of Ponte Drago, (Dragon Bridge) was born.
It still took me a year to write Dragon Bridge, weaving my legend through the love story to provide the background for characters.
I researched Italy, where the bulk of the story takes place, a little, just enough to imagine places that might exist, but not enough to describe existing towns as I wrote that might take away from the mysterious element I wanted in the story. I’d love to visit Italy for the art that exists there … maybe one day.
My lovely hero Key Alder is an ordinary guy, worn down by life as many people are. Naturally, I’m in love with him, as I am with all my characters. We meet him when he’s struggling emotionally with his work. His journey through this love story allows him to find his lost confidence and in the end, huge courage.
Claudio Di Fiore, my other hero, as Key Alder puts it, is gorgeous and enigmatic. I think, right now, he is one of my favorite characters from any of my MM romance stories. His love for Key is steadfast and fierce. He’s fearless until he falls in love with Key and then Claudio’s only fear is losing him.
The story is contemporary, gay, MM romance, fantasy, adventure, and paranormal romance.
I hope readers enjoy the legend and the love story as much as I loved writing it.
Tired from his high stress work fighting cyber-crime, handsome, Key Alder takes a vacation on a beautiful Italian coast. He travels from one gorgeous town to another and after a perilous journey lost in the mountains, he settles into his hotel and relaxes.
In a beachside café, next to a warm pale-blue ocean, a performer hands out fliers for an arts festival in a mountain village. Lured by adventure, Key attends an evening performance of fire juggling acrobats in the legendary village piazza.
Beautiful, enigmatic Claudio Di Fiore, the star of the show, sees Key in the audience and is captured by a wonderful feeling he’s unaccustomed to.
Claudio wants Key.
Key is enchanted by Claudio.
A passionate love grows between the two men.
When Claudio’s mysterious ancient family threaten to tear them apart, will Key risk everything to stay with his loved one?
Read a teaser. Key arrives at his first vacation destination.
As he turned a corner of the high coast road, Key caught his breath as his destination came into sight. The entire hillside of a gorgeous bay housed buildings interspersed with trees and flowering shrubs. Several rooftops sprouted palms in huge pots or tubs of bright flowers. Each building climbed the sheer hillside effortlessly from a beach of white sand toward a wall of crags enclosing the bay. The sun slanted off a jade colored dome and sprinkled glitter on primary colored buildings close by. Key slowed to enter the town, already well below the speed limit in awe of the view, he crawled the car to his hotel. Key had spent hours on the internet making sure he knew where it lay. His newfound fragile lightheartedness wouldn’t stand going around in circles until he was exhausted trying to find the place.
A valet took his car keys to park his rental. A porter picked up his luggage and led him to check in. Relieved by these ministrations, Key smiled at the desk clerk. He gave his name. The young woman on duty returned his smile and keyed something into a computer, then she stood and took a keycard from one of the small rectangular openings in the wall behind the desk. Her near perfect English as she spoke to him was reassuring, but Key decided right then that he’d try to learn some Italian. Then I could at least greet people and say thank you.
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New Release: Mastering Maya #BDSM #Erotic #Romance by @LisabetSarai
Contemporary BDSM Erotic Romance
16,200 words, 60 pages
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ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005034931
Blurb:How much heat will it take to melt the Ice Queen
When Maya dismisses Master Shark as young and inexperienced, he offers her a challenge: a night together, during which he’ll show her what it means to be mastered. If he fails to bring her to new heights of bliss, he agrees to become her slave
Can he make Maya trust him enough to surrender? Or will the flawless, untouchable dominatrix take possession of his body as well as his heart?
Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.
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“Maya! I’m glad you’re still here. I want to introduce you to my old friend Shark. He’s just arrived in Boston.”
Tom’s booming voice matched his burly form. He dwarfed the wiry young stranger.
Calm. Calm. She flashed back to the pinnacles of ice for an instant. Then she accepted the new Dom’s outstretched hand. “Master Shark?” Her eyebrows arched and she allowed a hint of laughter into her voice. “A pleasure. Welcome to Club Inferno.”
“Please, call me Stephen.” He kept hold of her hand several seconds longer than protocol demanded. She noted that he stood only a few inches taller than she, that he smelled of female musk and cured leather, and that he was somewhat older than she’d guessed from a distance—closer to thirty than twenty. “I’m only Shark to my subs.”
“I can see how you earned the name.” Maya gestured toward the schoolroom door, where clots of Doms and subs were now emerging. “You’re as voracious and implacable as your namesake.” Her hand still tingled from his grip. She ignored the sensation.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” The stranger chuckled. “You’re no fount of mercy yourself—if I may say so.” He raked her with his eyes, deliberately assessing her physical charms. Maya kept her face impassive, even as her pussy moistened. “Your caning—well, it was magnificent!”
Genuine admiration rang in his voice, though his bold stare suggested there were limits to his respect.
“Long years of training, Master Shark—as well as skilled teachers.” She skewered him with what she hoped was an intimidating look. “And who taught you, young man?” The emphasis on ‘young’ was subtle but unmistakable. “Where are you from?”
“San Francisco. I studied with Mistress Sylvia and Master Blade.”
“Ah, I know them well.” That partially explained his expertise. Sylvia and Blade both enjoyed stellar reputations in the kink community. “Though I haven’t played on the West Coast for many years.”
“I’m sure I would have noticed you if you had.” He looked as though he wanted to say more, but Maya cut him short.
“Nice to meet you, Stephen. But I’ve got to get home.”
“I’ll come with you.”
The suggestion was so unexpected that Maya, at first, barely noticed its rudeness.
“What? What do you mean?” Even she recognized the shock in her voice.
“I’d really like to get to know you better. You fascinate me.”
His frankness unnerved her. “Sorry, but I never take anyone home with me.” Maya tilted her head in Tom’s direction. “I’m surprised Master Thomas didn’t tell you.”
“Oh, I did!” Her long-time associate grinned at his companion. “He’s just the stubborn type. Won’t take no for an answer.”
“Not a desirable trait in a dominant,” Maya observed, covering her discomfort with disapproval. “When someone – even a bottom – says no, that means no.” She shook her head, edging away from the pair. “But, then, you’re still young and inexperienced.”
Shark’s arm shot out. He seized her wrist, preventing her from leaving. “I’m not that young.” The dark edge in his voice sent a scary thrill straight to her sex. “I just know what I want. And I’m used to getting it.”
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh
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Something Real, bk 1
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