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I know we’ve all read those hot erotic stories where the hero has staying power to make sure the heroine has her orgasm first or alongside him. The reality is that some men can’t do this, or not every time. What’s a poor heroine to do? Why, get a C-ring for her man, of course.
What is it? A C-ring or cock ring fits over the penis and testicles to prolong erections.
These fabulous toys aren’t only for men without stamina, so if your honey whips one out during playtime, don’t despair. They’re also great for something different. For both you.
My husband and I recently tried the Family Jewels C-ring from Pure Romance.
If you haven’t heard of Pure Romance, they are a company that specializes in sex toy parties as a home-based business. A knowledgeable consultant will come into your home and tell you and all your friends about their products in a fun, informal atmosphere. They know their products and everything is discreet.
The Family Jewels is one of their vibrating cock rings. As you can see from the picture, there is a bullet vibrator that slides into a sleeve at the top. The sleeve has little nubs covering it. This fits perfectly against the clit during penetration.
There are two rings that hang from the sleeve. The smaller one fits around the penis and the larger around the testicles. One word of caution, make sure you use plenty of lubricant before donning the cock ring. Pure Romance recommends their Whipped or Lickity Stiff. It is powered by several watch batteries, which are included.
So those are the specs, but how does it feel? Pretty damn good. The bullet vibrator can be removed so you can play with or without it. I have to admit, when I saw the size of the rings next to hubby’s erection, I didn’t think it would fit. It looked too small, but the gel substance it’s made of is very elastic and it didn’t hurt him a bit.
The first time we tried it, we wore the batteries out. The vibrator takes a lot of juice so I would suggest not turning it on right away. Even without the vibrator on, those little nubbies stimulate the clit so each thrust brings plenty of pleasure. As things get hot and heavy, the vibration adds a little extra kick.
The vibration even feels good for your hero, although too long and he may start to become desensitized. If you take the advice on Pure Romance and use their recommended lubes, they taste yummy, so give him a little treat afterwards.
This product definitely performs as advertised and we get plenty of enjoyment from it.
Rating: 4.5 out of five Big Os
Have you ever tried a cock ring? How about a vibrating cock ring? Do you want to? I would love to hear what you have to say.
Please return on December 16th for Scarlett’s next sexy Rendezvous.
Book Two in the Possession is Nine Tenths Series
The residents of Mount Angel Abbey’s Sanctuary are preparing for war. They’ve discovered that someone has been playing havoc with Azrael and Cassiela’s lives. What follows is Chapter Sixteen of the follow up book to Possession is Nine Tenths – Ardeur.
Cassiela is scheduled for release in late Spring of 2011.
With Remiele busy tending to her patient, the dining room was no longer used for evening meals. Everyone fended for themselves and ate in the cozy camaraderie of the kitchen. We’d found a better use for the immense cherry wood dining table anyway.
Reports had begun to flood in the day after my visit to the Children’s Garden. A near constant influx of status updates, troop movements and provisioning requests came through our informal command post. The dark surface of the table was littered with scrolls, thick sheaves of parchment and several laptop computers.
I sat in my chair next to Rae and chewed my ham and cheese sandwich while awaiting his opinion on the report I’d passed to him. The ridge between his eyes and the firm set of his jaw matched the angry bubble in my veins.
“Another delay?” He tossed the parchment onto the table, nearly knocking over my apple juice in the process.
“Easy. You nearly drowned my laptop.”
“Sorry.” Rae picked up the parchment again and placed it atop the ever growing pile of notes from Raphael. “I’m so sick of this waiting game. It’s been two weeks of wait and see. Wait and see is getting on my god damn nerves.”
“Down boy.” I put the half of my sandwich back down on the plate and leaned forward. His big hand was warm as I slid mine around it. “We knew going into this that Raphael was a dot his I’s and cross his t’s kind of guy. He has to be even more careful in this case.”
“I know. I know.”
“Then relax. I’m sure things will start moving soon.”
Rae traded me his right hand for the left and ran the freed one through my hair. He pulled me closer, our lips a breath apart. The thud of my pulse beat heavy in the silence between us. “Here?”
Chair legs scraped back on hardwood. A shimmer of power flared over my skin as Rae blocked the room from entry. I closed my eyes and savoured the warm rush before slipping over to sit in my mate’s lap.
My legs straddled the chair, feet wrapped around the legs for support and hands on the strong shoulders of the man I was sitting on.
“Cassie…damn it woman.” Azrael’s hands slid inside the thin cotton of my pink t-shirt. His callused fingers caressed the bare skin of my back. A pained groan slipped from him when he discovered my lack of bra. “That’s so hot, baby.”
“Mmm, I thought you might enjoy that little omission.” I nipped at the thick, corded muscles of his neck. He sucked in a breath and I smiled. The thick ridge of his erection twitched between us straining for release from the heavy cargo pants he wore. “I love that I do that to you.”
Rae’s tongue traced the contour of my bottom lip and I raised my arms for him to pull the t-shirt over my head. His warm breath bathed my skin as he bent and pulled my right nipple into his mouth. I gasped at the searing heat of his tongue on my skin and arched into his other hand as it cupped my left breast. The callused palm of his right hand caught against the pebble tip and my hips scooted closer. I could almost feel every detail of him through the thin skirt I’d chosen to wear that morning.
“Did you forget underwear too?”
“Yep.” He groaned, his free hand slid down and cupped my backside through the flimsy material.
“Soon.” My fingers found the edge of his t-shirt and yanked, insisted that he bare that amazing chest to me. “Need you naked.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Azrael blinked and our clothes dematerialized. The heavy length of his erection bumped against my abdomen and my hips rocked forward instinctively. His grip on my bottom tightened and pulled me closer still.
I slid a hand down between us and rubbed my thumb over the swollen purple head of his shaft. The bead of moisture that had appeared at the tip made the velvety skin slick under my touch.
“Cassie.” Rae’s voice was strangled with need. “Please.”
My other hand gripped the back of the chair and I lifted my hips, guided him to my entrance. Rae slid inside and I bit my lip, taking every inch of him in down to the root. I shifted my hips again and dual groans echoed through the room as we fell into a familiar, frantic rhythm.
The chair creaked beneath us as our bodies rocked together. I dug my nails into Rae’s shoulder and gasped as he bent me back and pulled the hardened peak of a nipple into his mouth.
“Come for me, Cass.” Rae’s mouth fastened on the other nipple and gave it a hard suck. His hands gripped my hips and the sound of our bodies slamming together echoed hard and fast in the silence of the room.
“Oh god.” I slid my fingers into his hair and held him close. “Rae. Yes. Mmmm, yes.”
Every muscle in my body sat poised on the brink, tight with anticipation of falling over into the bliss that promised release from the pressure built up inside. I groaned, frustrated that it stayed beyond my reach.
Rae stood and sat me on the edge of the table. “Lean back, baby. Let go and it’ll come.”
“The papers. We’ll…” His finger shushed me and the reports and requisitions crinkled beneath my back. The blue glow of his eyes bathed the room with the evidence of his desire for me and I felt the edge get that little bit closer.
His left arm hooked under my right knee and lifted it as he pushed further inside with a slow groan of pleasure. “Touch yourself, Cass. Play with those beautiful nipples for me.”
The gentle command in his voice was undeniable. My fingers found the peaks of each breast and I pulled and twisted them as he’d instructed.
“Shit, that’s sexy.”
“More. Need more.” I arched off the table and moaned as he pounded into me. The sound of our skin slamming together was whip crack sharp. “Touch me. Please, touch me.”
The callused pad of his thumb brushed over my clit once, twice and, like the charm that it was, on the third sweep I screamed as the heavens parted and I tumbled over the edge.
“That’s it, baby.” Rae’s breathing was ragged and each exhale was a blast of heat against my sensitized skin. “Yeah, that’s it.” His other arm slid up beneath my knee and opened me further to the pounding onslaught between my thighs. “Once more, Cassie. Gimme one more.”
His hips jack hammered against me, balls slapping against my ass as the friction built to an incredible fever pitch and I exploded around him again.
“Rae.” I screamed and bucked; a wild thing beneath him. “Come…now.”
My nails sank into the thick muscles of his forearms. He slammed into me twice more and growled as the warm flood of his orgasm filled my channel and pulled a third shattering climax from me.
Azrael’s hips twitched against mine as he finished pumping inside of me and I moaned, spent and utterly satisfied. I barely noticed when he lifted me from the tabletop and sat back down on the chair.
The sweaty round of his shoulder cushioned my cheek and I closed my eyes with a sigh. My tired mind recognized the sound as an “I love you” but I had no energy left to question it or myself.
Cassie hadn’t professed her love, had she? Oh yeah, that was an “I love you”. She may not realize it, but that’s what it was. Ready for that yet buddy boy? “Fuck.”
He held her tight against his chest while his body calmed from another intense round of – what would what they’d done be called? Sex or love making? It had been raunchy enough to qualify as straight up sex.
A knock at the door pulled Rae from his thoughts and back to the present. He was sitting in their command center, naked, with an equally naked Cassie in his lap and the air was thick with the smell of – whatever they’d done.
“Rae. Open tha door. Ye’ve got a visitor.”
“Just a sec.”
Christian’s impatient huff echoed through the door. “Just cover tha lass and open tha damn door. It’s not like we didn’t hear tha screaming down tha hall.”
Rae quirked an eyebrow at the Fairy’s words and took the extra second to dress them both before flicking the lock open with a thought.
“Woo, smell tha love in tha air in here.” Chris smirked and stepped inside. Raphael was hot on his heels.
“I hope you’re ready, my friend. It’s time.” His eyes shifted to Cassiela and the ghost of a smile curved Raphael’s lips. “I’m glad to see the two of you are bonding well, but wake her up. We’ve got a war brewing and all hands are needed on deck. Your little scribe is going to have to fight if you want your revenge.”
“Cassie doesn’t fight. That wasn’t the deal.”
“Like hell I’m not fighting.” Azrael looked down into glowing green eyes filled with determination. “I’ve got just as much on the line here as you do Rae. I’ll fight and any asshole that gets in my way will find my sword through his heart.”
He studied her face and nodded once. “You stay at my side.” His eyes rose and focused on Raphael. “Anything happens to her and I’ll have your head on a plate.”
“Understood. Now gear up, the troops are getting into formation and waiting for their commanders.”
Rae’s eyes flicked up and then returned to Cassie’s face. He studied her intently while he waited for the others to leave.
“I’ll make this quick.” She blinked and he sighed. “Before you fell asleep you whispered something. Do you remember what it was?”
“No, I…” He watched the blush creep over her face. “Oh, my god.”
“Do you, Cassie? Do you love me?”
Everything that flickered through her mind played out on Cassie’s face so fast Rae couldn’t keep up. Her eyes, usually the pale green found on the underside of a leaf, shifted from light to dark and every nuance in between.
“If I say yes, will you run screaming?”
Azrael reached out and cupped her cheek in his right hand. “No. I’ll stay right here and count myself the luckiest angel ever.”
She smiled and it lit up her face. The glow of happiness spread until her skin shone with it. “Then yes, I love you Azrael, Angel of Death and of my heart.”
“I love you too.” Her mouth opened to object and he shushed her with a kiss. “I mean it. Now,” Rae kissed her again. “Suit up, we’ve got a war to wage and I’m not known for being late to a fight.”
Cassie smiled and switched her outfit to the leathers she’d been wearing when Rae had first laid eyes on her. He hadn’t realized it then, but she looked fierce and glorious in the tight fitting leather pants.
“When this is all said and done – you are so wearing those for me in our bedroom.”
She laughed and shook her ass at him as she headed for the door. “We’ll see. I’ve got a few other things in my drawer you might like better than these.”
Rae flashed into his midnight black leathers and circled the table toward her. “And where have you been hiding those the last two weeks? All I’ve seen is your bare skin, which is spectacular, or those god awful nightgowns. I’m burning those when we get back, by the way.”
“No, you’re not.” She scooted out the door, laughter trailing behind. It came to an abrupt stop as she ran out into the hallway.
Rae skidded to a halt bare inches from her behind and blinked at the gathering in the entry. “Holy crap.”
Every spare inch of floor space was filled. Wall to wall angels stood at attention facing Rae and Cassie. He braced his hands on her shoulders and studied the stoic faces of the men and women who’d come to fight at their sides.
“Attention! Commanders on the floor.”
Cassie turned her face up to Rae’s and smiled. “We are so going to kick Michael’s ass.”
“Absofuckinglutely, as I once heard a very smart angel say. Absolutely.” He kissed the tip of her nose and focused his eyes on the soldiers awaiting his order. “Roll out boys and girls! We’ve got us an Archangel to take down.”
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Updates from Chapters 1-3: Carrie Bingham and her friends are writing an anthology on their best one-night stands for their Creative Writing class at Sonoma State. All of the girls lust after their hunky professor, Carlo Bianchi, but Carrie feels a special connection to him. Still a virgin, and the daughter of a famous porn star couple, she wonders if perhaps Mr. Bianchi will be her first.
Carrie filed into writing class behind her friends, each girl stopping briefly to give Carlo Bianchi their extra show of attention. He dutifully nodded to each one of them until he came to Carrie.
It was probably her imagination, but she thought his eyes diverted for just a second, like he was going to blush and had to look away. He stood with his hips slung at an angle. As she walked the gauntlet between rows of desks and students busy getting their laptops out and shuffling papers, she felt him watch her. Specifically, she felt his eyes on her rear. When she turned, their eyes met, and sparked. It was probably reflex, but he wet his lips. Carrie saw hunger there, something she hadn’t noticed the week before, like he was urgently searching for something. He eyed her carefully, slightly hanging his head, hands poised on his black leather belt. She drifted down to her chair without a sound, and sighed. Her panties were soaking wet.
No way around it. He is simply the most handsome man I’ve ever met.
Pain hit her shin as a brown leather pointed toe caught her so hard, she knew she’d bruise.
“God, Carrie. Don’t stare.” Daria said behind her palm.
Carrie was jolted back to the reality of where she was, and shook her head.
“You write your outline this weekend?” Rhonda asked them both, grinning expectantly. She had pulled a red lock of hair under her nose and tried to hold it there with her upper lip. She looked like she was about to burst with her need to tell all.
“Okay, Rhonda, spill it,” Carrie said wearily.
“It will be one of those ‘dark room’ parties. No lights, but lots of feeling. You know, like on the TV show.” Rhonda’s legs crossed tightly and she swung from side to side. She waved her eyebrows up and down.
Carrie rolled her eyes. “Guess I missed that one. Have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You do it with a stranger, and you don’t know who they are, unless you both want to reveal it afterwards. I figured it out, though,” Ronda beamed. “How about you, Daria?”
“Started it, but I know exactly what I’m going to write about. And I’m not telling.” She blushed.
They both looked to Carrie for her turn to answer.
“Ladies, please. We’ve started class.” Mr. Bianchi mercifully interrupted, frowning as he passed out papers. “We’re having a free write today.”
Students in the front row were snickering before passing the papers behind them.
“Oh. My. God.” Lindsay hiccupped. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
There were two questions on the page, centered in the middle:
What do you like the most about the opposite sex?
What do you like least?
Mr. Bianchi looked down into his briefcase, brought out a small leather journal, sat down and began to write.
Carrie stared at the white paper on the desk in front of her and then had an idea, as she penned:
Dear Mr. Bianchi,
I’ve been thinking about the assignment for this class, the anthology my friends and I hope to write. Instead of writing on what I like most or hate about men, I thought I’d ask you for advice instead. If you were me, how would you get someone you find attractive, to ask you out?
She wondered what it would feel like to have him hold her hand, and then slowly bring it up to his mouth and kiss every finger as she watched and struggled with her breathing. When those large brown eyes smiled at her, would she melt, or would she feel bold and strong?
She faced the front of the room. His elbow was planted on the desk, palm resting under his chin as he stared right at her. It was her turn to look down first. She continued to write, sure he was watching her.
I think if I was a man, I wouldn’t like the kinds of girls who come on too strong, or who invite themselves. I always seem to fall for the silent types too. And they are so shy sometimes, I get frustrated. What could I do to make him recognize me, pay attention to me, want to be with me?
Carrie felt a shiver course down her spine. Her hair had fallen in front of her face, cascading over the paper. The top of her cotton tee plunged to a V, revealing her cleavage. She loved the way her full breasts felt, the one thing she was most grateful for. She lifted her curls and threw them back behind her shoulders. But then she glanced up.
His soft brown gaze covered her. He lowered his head and threw himself into writing again, a crooked smile forcing the crease at the side of his mouth to dent. A private joke had tickled him. Carrie was burning to know what he was thinking about just then, and didn’t want to be left on the outside. But she was. She continued to write.
What kinds of things catch your eye, as a man? What is it that makes you ask one woman out over another? Is it the way she looks, or is it the way she acts? When you want someone to notice you, what do you do to get their attention?
Carrie folded her paper in half and looked across the desks to her friends. She tapped her fingers on her assignment nervously. Rhonda was making a list, Daria was texting on her cell phone and had barely begun. Students buzzed with conversation, indicating the class thought they were finished. Mr. Bianchi stood.
“Time’s up. Let’s make sure your name is on your papers. Let’s turn them in now. Pass them forward.” There was a general moan from the class. Rhonda was fanning herself with hers. She had developed a considerable pink face, clashing with her fiery hair. She swung her eyes Carrie’s way, looking dazed and in a sexual fog many miles away. As papers shuffled to the front, Carrie was filled with a sense of dread. Had she done the right thing?
Class was nearing the end. Tomorrow’s assignment was squiggled onto the whiteboard like it always was, not that Carrie was watching the words. When they were dismissed, she decided she had made a mistake. A big one.
She let her friends chatter off down the hall, and hung back, having purposely spilled the contents of her backpack. By the time she got everything into it, she was the last student in the room. He was waiting by the door.
“Mr. Bianchi, I’ve kind of had a change of heart about what we wrote today.”
“Oh? How’s that?” He leaned back against the door, his Adam’s apple becoming prominent as it moved up and down his tanned neck when he swallowed. His aftershave was subtle, a faint citrus scent.
It wasn’t fair, being this close to him, not even three feet. Carrie’s nipples perked, her bra constricting. She was aware he glanced at her heaving bosom as she tried to inhale courage. But courage faltered, and then fluttered down around her ankles just like her panties might have if she hadn’t squeezed her knees together.
Or if he hooked a forefinger at the lacy top and commanded them to fall.
He was patient, drinking in her appearance like he knew the effect he was having on her whole body and liked it.
“I want my paper back. I—I’m not sure I’m comfortable with what I wrote. Not sure it was—appropriate.” It was more painful than she thought to tell him this.
“Well,” he said as he picked up his briefcase, setting it on a desk and opening the zipper with delicate fingers dusted with dark hair. He pawed through the pile until he came to hers. Looking up with a smile, he extended it out toward her.
Carrie reached for it, but at the last minute he held it above his head.
“Why?” he asked.
Do I need a reason?
“What’s so awful I can’t read it?” He drew the paper to his face and began to scan it. White light bounced off his tanned cheeks and forehead, a reflection from the paper.
Carrie grabbed the assignment, crumpling it up as she did so, and immediately turned her back to him. Aware of his body heat reaching out to her from the few inches that separated them, she heard his rhythmic breathing in her right ear and felt him step closer. The delicate hairs at the side of her neck feathered to attention. She held the paper with one palm, and used the other to smooth the wrinkles out. He was looking over her shoulder. And she let him do it.
In a hoarse whisper, he read out loud what she had written.
“I think if I was a man I wouldn’t like girls who come on too strong or who invite themselves. I always seem to fall for the silent types. And they are shy sometimes, so I get—frustrated.” He stopped and added, “Honest question. What’s wrong with that?”
She turned to him in profile, pulling the crumpled paper to her chest. Blood coursed in the veins of her neck. She was sure he would be able to hear the thumping of her heart and raggedness of her breathing.
“Are you—shy, Carrie?” He said so softly she thought her knees would give way.
“No.” It was a reflex answer.
She whipped her head around and looked at him too soon.
He gave her a warm smile. His pink tongue darted behind his straight white teeth, sending her pulse higher. He was so close, he could have just leaned in a couple of inches and kissed her. But what she saw drove her over the edge. She saw that he desired her. She felt his heat level rise, reaching out to her.
She inched forward just a fraction, then he did, then they both approached slowly and, just as their lips were going to touch, the classroom door swung open.
Wendell Knowles stepped inside like he had been blown in by a sudden gust of wind. He stopped abruptly when he saw the proximity of flesh to flesh.
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t realize you had company, Carlo.”
Mr. Bianchi cleared his throat and looked at his shoes. Carrie made a motion to leave when Mr. Knowles stopped her, placing a hand on her upper arm. “Hey, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” He addressed Carlo, but left his hand on her arm.
“I can come back another time, okay?”
“Don’t be silly. I was just leaving,” Carrie said, recovering her dignity. She made it out of the room as fast as she could, heart pounding in her throat.
She got away. I almost caught her. Carlo was annoyed at his friend for his lack of checking through the tiny window in the door before entering. He reminded himself Wendell thought he had rights to everything.
“Wow, Carlo. You picked the one with luscious parts in all the right places.”
Carlo didn’t utter a word.
“I didn’t…” Wendell started, but was interrupted.
“I don’t date students, Wendell.”
“Oh hell, my friend. I didn’t say date them, I meant play with them.”
The rest of Wendell’s questions were background noise to where Carlo’s head was. He still thought about the way her breath scented of spearmint, her short stilted gasps made him want to claim her with his mouth. He could kiss away her hesitation, make her bloom, moan with ecstasy. He knew he could make her come with one well-placed finger.
He’d gotten hard, and adjusted the tent in his pants. Even now, as he thought about how close she had been to him, her nipples lazily grazed across his chest, he realized he was called to her, wanting to answer her heat with his own. He wasn’t done with her. He knew she’d gotten wet, and could smell her desire. Yes, he could play with her all night and into the next morning.
Had Wendell made a confession? He was drawn back to his friend’s conversation.
“So, what do you say?” Wendell asked. “We going to go on that trip or what?”
“Didn’t you listen to anything I just said? Thought we could spend a wild weekend together, maybe go to Las Vegas or something. You know, before the wedding?”
Carlo had to admit, while the idea of partying in Las Vegas was thrilling, he was mesmerized by the wonder of what her lips would feel like as they licked a trail down his chest, lower to his groin, as she wrapped that pretty pink tongue around his cock and sucked.
She practically begged him to sleep with her.
Yeah. He could do that. But he would have to be careful.
I need to talk to her—alone.
Now that we’ve over indulged ourselves with all that good food on Thanksgiving, and we consider the feasts coming up during all those parties that come around this time of year, the ladies at Everything Erotic thought we’d bring you a tasty treat – something to keep you warm on those cold winter nights. Well, for those of you Down Under, something to think about as you sit on the beach on Christmas day and drink your bubbly.
We interviewed romance novel model Jimmy Thomas, who has graced nearly 800 book covers, on his way to obliterating the competition. He is not only a model, but is a personal trainer, an actor, and has studied extensively and competed in several martial arts disciplines.
We took it upon ourselves to give our EE readers a different glimpse of the man, his passions, and some funny stories about his photoshoots.
What do you look for in a woman?
JT: Confidence, sincerity, non-jealous, respect, beauty. I want someone who takes care of herself internally (eats healthy) and externally (exercise or is active in something physical), who is passionate, someone who loves animals and children. I love women who are fun, adventurous, spontaneous, easy going, down to earth, a bit tomboyish. Prefer a Cancer, Scorpio or a Virgo… my most compatible zodiac signs🙂
JT: About 50% of the women I date are older than me🙂
What would be your max age difference?
JT: It’s not about age, it’s about maturity, how well they take care of themselves, how we get along, if we have great conversations, etc.
JT: Depends on the date, could be dinner and a movie, a day at a theme park, hiking, camping, a picnic, or cuddling up to a movie rental and a bottle of wine.
What type of covers/photoshoots do you enjoy doing most?
JT: Sensual and Erotica. They have the most passion in them. I’m VERY passionate and love it when a woman expresses her passion in the physical form and facial expressiveness.
JT: My emails, lol. I read only one book throughout high school (Old Man And The Sea), just to see if I could finish a book and to see what the big hype about reading was🙂. I read Jurassic Park before the movie came out–was hounded over and over again by a friend that I read it. I thought it was GREAT. I’ve never had the patience for reading though. I’d much prefer watching a movie made from the book instead. I read books when I’m on a plane. I’m so busy now with my career, I don’t have leisure time to pick up a book and start reading it cover to cover. I nibble on them.
What are your favorite movies, TV shows, types of music, etc?
JT: Action adventure, sci-fi blockbuster thriller movies! For TV… House, Chuck, Two And A Half Men and True Blood. I DVR and watch them when I can. For music, anything upbeat, full of energy, high/fast-paced, dance-type music. Music like that motivates and energizes me.
JT: During a photo shoot?😉 Embarrassed no, shy? Yes.
JT: Chris Isaac’s “Wicked Game”
How did you get started?
JT: My sister did a few photo shoots that came out great and she suggested I should as well. I thought “Hmmm???… Nah!” My ex-girlfriend taught Taekwondo and cardio kickboxing classes and we ran into each other. I was heavy into weight-lifting, mentioned that I wanted to lean-up but hated cardio, and she suggested I take her cardio kickboxing classes. I thought “Hmmm???… Nah!”
Then I was out at a night club and the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen in my life (still to this day), walked up to be with a huge smile, (I instantly looked behind me to see who she was looking at, lol…) and her first words were, “Tell me you model?!?!?”
I chuckled, looked behind me again, and said “Ahhh, no. Why?”
She said, “You need to and should!”
We hit it off, began dating. She fell in love with me but, for some strange reason, I couldn’t fall in love with her… bad timing I guess *shrugs*. But, her suggesting, or rather insisting, that I model, had me take my ex’s cardio kickboxing class to lean up. I shot with my sister’s photographer, and that is where it all began🙂
JT: This changes almost monthly as new covers come out (I’m currently on about 30 new covers each week). Initially, my favorite cover was my first one Solar Heat, then Seducing The Sheriff, Lucas. There have been so many I really liked, but recently I was sent Carly & the New Foreman which blew me away. A few more that really stood out: Love Immortal, Who’s Been Sleeping in Her Bed, Tatiana, Solstice Seduction, Dying Assassin and Araton’s Destiny.
There are so many more between the beginning and now, and I know there will be plenty more. Just like how we all had a favorite movie in high school. May not be our favorite movie now, but it is still in your “favorites” category. I could never have just one favorite cover–I’ve been on nearly 800 covers.
Have you ever been so turned on during a shoot you got an erection? How did you deal with it?!
JT: Only if/when a girl is um, groping my junk😉 Otherwise, my mind is so much on getting great images. I have to focus on us both being in our key lights, not shadowing each other. Our hand and arm placement being correct, our hair not being messed or blocking our faces, her hair length as well as mine always showing. Wardrobe not being wrinkled, twisted or messed up. Our expressions being together, while still staying in a romantic, sensual, seductive, sexy character. There’s also stopping often as my photographer adjusts his lighting when we move into a different position. It’s not like we turn on a few lights in our direction and he just clicks non-stop as we do whatever we want.
As for how did I deal with the times I have been aroused, I simply went with it and let her do what she wanted to do😉 I’m single, who am I to stop her… she’s in character damnit!😉
How many disciplines of martial arts do you study? What’s your favorite and why?
JT: Kenpo Karate was my first and foremost style, but I’ve also studied Jujitsu, Shotokan, Taekwondo and Kickboxing, with Kenpo and Kickboxing being my favorites!
What makes a sexy cover? Erotic cover?
JT: Chemistry, passion, a strong and real connection between the two models. It’s not just posing in a position that looks hot. That chemistry can be shown in the facial expressions, in the body language, hand positioning, head tilts, etc. So many different variables make up great couples’ images… those variables I only give away to my co-models so that they do them😉
What was your most romantic date?
JT: Hmmm, how can I answer this on an “Erotic” blog? ;) All my dates are romantic. I don’t label being romantic necessarily by specific things you do that are listed as romantic (romance 101 things). For me it is about how I converse with a woman, hold her, look at her, caress her, kiss her and move with her. These are the reasons why I am told I am romantic, as well as the little things I do; although those things are then seen more as sweet😉
JT: Confidence! A woman who knows what she wants and voices it, expresses it.
What about the male form is sexy, in your opinion?
JT: Holding his sexiness in a great, confident posture. You could be thin and toned or big and broad, but if you stand and walk with sincere confidence, not arrogance, then you are very appealing to others.
Can you share with us your hottest or raciest cover? Photo?
JT: I guess that is in the eye of the beholder. Look on my facebook page in my Cover Albums for your favorite raciest cover (www.facebook.com/JimmyThomasDotCom), or through all my images on my stock image website www.RomanceNovelCovers.com. You tell me ;) THE raciest photo of me is not publicly shown anywhere, nor will it be😉 (Ed note: good answer, Jimmy. He’s such a politician.)
Favorite Quotes: “A smile is a curve that sets everything straight” – Phyllis Diller ”Don’t think you are, know you are” – Laurence Fishburne, The Matrix ”Nothing is real unless you believe in who you are” – Sylvester Stallone, Rocky III ”It’s the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you” – Morgan Freeman, Million Dollar Baby ”We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” – Theologian Pierre Tielhard de Chardin ”Tell me and I will forget. Show me and I may remember. Involve me and I will learn.” – Chinese proverb ”Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do.” – Bruce Lee ”If you always do what you’ve always done, then you’ll always be what you’ve always been.” – T.J. Jakes “It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” – Paolo Coelho, The Alchemist ”Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people.” – Eleanor Roosevelt ”One who lacks courage to start has already finished” – Unknown Author.
Favorite Authors/Books: “The Secret” – The Great Secret of the universe – The Secret to everything – Know the Secret and change your life forever! “The Moses Code” – The Most Powerful Manifestation Tool in the History of the World!
Thanks, Jimmy Thomas
No, Jimmy, we thank YOU!
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I hope you’ll be proud of me. I’ve spent the time until we can meet again researching the amatory arts. All to your benefit, I assure you. Or, perhaps, more accurately, to our benefit because I’ll share every heated moment with you and enjoy your sighs and groans of pleasure.
You’ll hardly believe how I began my studies. I found exotic literature in X’s bedroom – a journal filled with the most salacious material imaginable. I’d gone there in the company of one of the maids to inspect some water damage near a window after a recent downpour. As I bent to inspect the floorboard, I caught sight of some paper sticking out from under the carpet beneath the bed. Thinking it something I should inspect alone, I dismissed the maid, removed the publication, and took it to my own room for study.
I never imagined anyone wrote such prose. In fact, I never imagined anyone indulged in such fantasies, for I can only credit some of the stories as that – creations of an overheated imagination. Young girls eager to couple with the first gentleman who came along, sex in groups of three or four, a lady endowed with a wondrously large clitoris. Am I to believe such things are true?
True or not, the tales had the effect on me that the authors intended – to excite my lust. I thought back on the kisses we shared and how they aroused me. What fun it would be to read these pages aloud to you and watch your reaction. How much more wonderful to act the fantasies out. I could play your milkmaid and you my lusty blacksmith’s helper. We could explore each other’s bodies as if for the first time. I’d express such surprise at the rise of your member. I’d beg your permission to touch it, which you’d grant most willingly.
Forgive me, my dearest, but I find myself giggling into my fingers. Such wicked thoughts. How much worse to pick up my pen and put them to paper. I know about that part of a man’s body, of course, but I’ve never given my full attention to the male member, at least not with the devotion I’d like to give yours. I wonder at its size and shape and how it would feel in my hand. Instead of a quick tumble in the darkness, bodies obscured by coverlets, my studies would occur in the full light of day. I’d observe how it thickens and swell. I’d search for the most sensitive spots and watch your reaction to my touch there. Or, and my skin heats to the roots of my hair to even think this, I’d like to kiss you in all of those places.
Would you enjoy that, sweet Richard? Would you even allow it? If so, obtain a private place for our next tryst. Make it a secret location where no one will interrupt us for a long spell – enough for me to learn every inch of your beloved anatomy. Enough for your curious milkmaid to watch her lad’s cock spill his seed into her hand and then to coax it to erection again for more amorous play.
Can we do all that? Can you create a time and space for shared ecstasy? Return this note with assurances that my most passionate imaginings can become reality. I’ll scarcely breathe awaiting your reply.
Your most arduous admirer,
My darling girl,
Your latest letter nearly unmanned me as I read your fantasies regarding my rod. He responds to the mere sight of your handwriting on an envelope now, with each letter more eagerly. In fact, he spends all his time in a state of near readiness. If he doesn’t have you soon, the two of us will go mad with unsatisfied lust.
Yes, you may kiss him. You may consider him your toy to play with in any way that amuses you. I’ll tie a ribbon around him so that you can unwrap him like a gift. Once you’ve taken possession of my erection, I hope you’ll explore it to your heart’s content. I’ll do my best to contain my lust so that you can imspect my length and breadth at leisure. You have me utterly at your mercy.
Oh, my love…the mere thought of your lips…it’s more than I can bear. But did you know, my darling, that I can kiss you as intimately as you will me? There’s even a term for the caress, gamahucherie. An awkward word for such a passionate enterprise – an enterprise that I hope will render you quite unconscious with delight. I’ll feel the warmth of your thighs on my ears as I place my mouth on your pussy and let my tongue dive between the folds to seek your pearl. Once I’ve found the seat of your desire, I’ll tease it until you beg for release. I won’t spare you, though. I’ll make you wait until I’ve satisfied myself you can’t endure more and must spend or perish. Your final cries as you reach the pinnacle will serve as my reward.
Name a time and place where we can act out these dreams, my precious. Pity poor Priapus. He suffers day and night, and my hand no longer provides any sort of relief. Nothing will give him ease until he’s buried himself in your hot pussy.
Until then, I remain your ardent lover-to-be,
Great news! I’ve not only found the perfect place for our first erotic encounter but I’ve secured it for our use. How I accomplished this feat is in itself a titillating story, and I trust that you’ll enjoy it for its own sake.
I believe you’ve made the acquaintance of my sister and her husband, the Cheswicks. They have a large estate named Bramley near Milford-on-Tyne. It is from thence this letter comes to you as I’ve gone up for a short visit to honor our mother’s upcoming birthday.
I was coming back from a walk in the woods yesterday in the late afternoon. In rushing to get back to the house to dress for dinner, I almost missed the sounds coming from the gardener’s cottage as I went by in my haste. Luckily, one particular cry caught my ear, and its meaning registered. No less than a throaty expression of lust in a young woman’s voice. Of course, I stopped to determine from which direction it had come and discovered the source to be the very cottage I stood beside.
Well, my dearest, your letters have made me such a shameless creature, I had to see what mischief had produced that sound, so I crept up to the window and peered inside. I’d hardly needed to exercise such caution because the couple in question – the gardener and a woman in a maid’s uniform – were so thoroughly engaged in the marital act that they would have scarcely noticed me had I tapped on the pane.
Some playful deity seemed to have arranged the scene so that I could get a full view of their coitus and not simply the pair entwined with the man on top and working his hips to pump into her. No, she lay on her back on a table, her skirts pushed upward and her drawers removed to expose her sex. He hadn’t undressed any more than his mate but had simply opened his pants and pushed them down around his ankles. In this position and at exactly the right angle for my observing, I could clearly make out the appearance of his rod as he slid it in and out of her body.
I needn’t tell you, I’m sure, that as I watched, I could only imagine that I was that fortunate female and it was your beloved cock pushing so forcefully into my chamber. All the excitement of reading your letters came back to me with a rush as I pictured my back against those boards as you pleasured me so completely that I made the same lustful noises that woman did. My sex responded, becoming hot and wet in anticipation. (I must admit with some chagrin that it has again simply from describing these events to you.)
They continued in that way for several minutes. All the while, the woman went on moaning and gasping, tossing her head from side to side in her rapture.
“Yes,” she screamed as she approached her peak. “Don’t stop. Don’t…stop!”
At that, her body went rigid as a tremor coursed through her. She’d spent, and I envied her, wishing from the bottom of my soul that I had been she and you the man with your rod inside me. Soon, my dearest. I promise.
Though she had climaxed, he continued his thrusts, now faster and more desperate than before. The woman cried out to him to pull out, that she dared not conceive his child. At the last moment, he complied, removing his cock and grasping it in his fist. It had turned a bright crimson color, and soon it erupted in a spray of semen that fell in copious measure on her belly and her skirts.
Knowing that they’d recover their full faculties in a moment and might find me at the window, I hurried away. Only later did I realize that they’d given me the solution to our problem.
This morning, I confronted the gardener and told him everything I’d seen in sufficient detail to convince him that I hadn’t made the story up. The poor fellow nearly wept at the news, assuming, as he did, that I would tell my sister all and have him promptly sacked. In exchange for my silence, he promised me the use of his cottage at whatever time I might need it. For full measure, he offered to stand as sentry and warn me with a signal if someone were to approach. I let him stew a bit more until he vowed as well that he’d arrange for his paramour, the maid, to have his rooms made tidy and comfortable for us.
Now, I need only to contrive some business that requires your presence at Bramley, and we’ll be free to savor in the flesh all the delights we’ve shared in our correspondence. I’ll write again when I’ve accomplished that. Have patience a bit longer, and we’ll have our hearts’, and our bodies’, truest desires.
Yours most ardently,
Copyright Alice Gaines
Following was my contribution to the Lambda award-winning anthology, Lesbian Cowboys.
The Hired Hand – 2
“My name’s Ariana Estevez,” she said and held out her hand.
I wished my nails were trimmed and my palms not so rough, but the hand that slid across mine had its own share of calluses.
She wrapped her fingers around my hand and pumped. “Two days,” she said.
Because I was exasperated with my lack of backbone, I turned around without answering and ambled into the barn, more worried about betraying my interest than being thought rude.
“I guess I’ll unpack later,” Ariana said, striding past me and laying claim to the shovel. She slipped off her pressed chambray shirt and hung it on a post, and then, dressed only in a thin tank that hugged nicely rounded breasts, she dug into a pile of ripe manure.
That first day, I had no complaints about the woman’s work. Ariana dug into a long list of chores, keeping up a steady rate of conversation that passed the hours as we groomed horses, readying them for the weekend when the owners would show up to take them out on the trails. As long as we stayed busy I managed to tamp down my unfortunate attraction. But work ended just before dark, and now I didn’t know how to avoid her without retreating to my bedroom.
Footsteps scuffed across the planked porch, and Ariana lowered herself beside me on the bench overlooking the paddock. From the corner of my eye, I noted the damp hair and the bare expanse of skin that shone like warm honey beneath a pair of cutoff shorts. She’d bathed and smelled faintly of flowers.
I intended only a quick glance at my companion, but my gaze landed on another thin tank top, this one buttoned down the front with the upper two opened. The shadowy wedge of skin between her breasts was bare. Nipples, unfettered by any bra, sprang against the pink cotton.
“Thought since it was just us girls…” she drawled.
With heat flooding my cheeks, I turned away, unable to meet Ariana’s lopsided smile.
“Guess it can get a little lonely out here,” she said softly.
“It can,” I said, feeling a little breathless. “But I like the quiet.”
My head swung back.
Ariana’s brow was arched. “Just wondering. Pretty woman like you living all alone out here…seems a waste.”
“Like having a man underfoot to feed and please would make my life easier?” I’d tried that and failed miserably. The breakup had nearly broken me and devastated my bank account.
“Sorry, didn’t realize I’d struck a nerve.”
“Well, you did. How about we just drop it?”
“So, there’s no one steady in your life…?” I shot her a hot glare, which had her lips pursing in a silent whistle. “Look, I know you’re not comfortable around me. Want me to guess why? Or how about you just tell me instead of making me play ‘twenty questions?’”
“Like you said,” I murmured uncomfortably, blood starting to pound against my temples, “It gets a little lonely out here. For the most part, people only come to ride on the weekends.”
She snorted. “Ever have a girl?”
Shock had me stiffening and wondering if I’d jumped to a wrong conclusion about where this was heading because my mind was already in a very nasty gutter. “Do you mean, working here?” I asked, knowing I sounded like I’d strangled on something. “No.”
Her gaze narrowed. “I meant…ever have a girl…in your bed.”
My breath caught. Was she taunting me? “No.”
“Not once? Funny, I thought…” Ariana shook her head. “I didn’t mean to offend.”
We sat in silence for a few strained minutes. But I, who never felt easy in my own skin, never knew the right words to explore a possibility so ripe with dangerous undertones, cleared my throat. “What did you think?”
“That you liked what you saw.”
My lips parted. And unexpectedly moisture filled my eyes. “You must get all kinds of people coming onto you.”
“All kinds, both sexes.” Her lips curved. “But I don’t mind you looking…” Her head fell back, and she shook out her wet hair. The action made her breasts shiver in a delightful way.
I bit my bottom lip and stared as Ariana’s nipples spiked hard, elongating as I watched.
Her arm reached out slowly and draped across the back of the bench. Her fingers played with a lock of my hair. “You do it with all your hired hands?”
There was no use playing like I didn’t understand her meaning. “Of course not.”
“But it’s nice, isn’t it? The convenience of it?”
“It’s only convenient if the cowboy understands rules.”
Her finger slid along the outer curve of my ear. “Do you have special rules for a cowgirl?”
I closed my eyes briefly, and then aimed a glare her way, hoping she didn’t see how unnerved I was becoming. “I’ve never had a female hand.”
Ariana’s hand slipped over my shoulder and reached down to palm my breast through my shirt. “Is it so different? A man’s hand?”
“As night and day.”
“Really? It’s just a hand with fingers…” Her thumb and forefinger plucked at my nipple.
“Completely different,” I said, clamping my lips against a tiny sigh. “I’ve never felt so…”
“Uneasy,” I blurted.
“That’s not good. Want me to stop?” she said, giving my breast another tentative caress.
I opened my mouth to tell her yes, but instead found myself whispering, “I want you to take off your shirt.”
Ariana’s head jerked back and a startled laugh ripped the air. Her arm slipped from around my shoulder, and she turned sideways in the seat. “Anytime you want to stop, just let me know,” she said softly. “I won’t push. Tomorrow, it’ll be like nothing ever happened. If that’s what you want.”
Because I felt a little winded by her enthusiasm, I shook my head. “Since I don’t know what the hell I want, I guess I’ll just play it by ear.”
Ariana smiled, and then gripped the hem of her tank and pulled it over her head. Without meeting my gaze, she cupped her breasts, lifting them and massaging the slight curves. “I’d really like it if you did that for me. My breasts hurt after a long day smashed inside a sports bra.”
Modesty seemed a little ridiculous at this point. I’d asked to see them after all—it was only a small step to actually touch them. And the sight did make my palms itch. I reached for her breasts and cupped them gently. The nipples scraped deliciously. Her breasts were light and firm, her skin unbelievably soft. Especially the dark ovals of her areolas, which felt like velvet beneath the pads of my fingers.
Her gaze met mine, and she offered me a smile. Then she looked toward the road leading up to the house. “We’re far enough off the road here that we could both get naked. Want to do that?”
“It’s still light.”
Her glance cut to mine. “Worried I won’t like what I see?”
Absurdly, I knew I wouldn’t be as modest if a man sat opposite me. “I’m older. Not as firm. And I’m carrying too much weight.”
“Think I haven’t already checked your ass out? I’m pretty sure I’m going to like everything you show me. Besides, doesn’t this feel unbelievably naughty?”
I felt a smile tug at the corners of my lips. “Contrary to what you must think about me, I don’t hop into bed with a man this quick.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Ariana stood and pushed her shorts down her slender hips, standing unashamedly naked in the dwindling light.
I shut my eyes, praying for courage, and rose from my seat. I untucked my shirt from my jeans and slowly unbuttoned it. The bra came next, and I shivered as my nipples grew stiff, dimpling as soon as I let them out to play. My jeans and boots took a little longer, because my hands were shaking, but by the time I was as nude as Ariana, I was smiling, albeit tightly, too.
Ariana’s hands grasped both my breasts, lifting them, forcing the heavy mounds upward. She bent and stroked her tongue over one peak, then the other. “Nice, Lacey. Very nice.”
Then she circled behind me, her hands gliding over my buttocks, around again, until she was gliding over my belly, which had begun to quiver. “You know I’m going to want to taste everything.”
Moisture, quick and hot, slid between my folds. “Shall we go inside?” I rasped.
“Afraid the coyotes might see?” she teased.
“I want something soft under my knees.” I reached out tentatively, and twined my fingers with Ariana’s, then tugged her through the door, leading her through the living room and down the darkened hallway to my bedroom. Inside, I didn’t flinch when Ariana turned on the overhead light. She headed straight for the bed.
I hovered in the doorway, caught in a moment of indecision. God, could I really do this?
Ariana climbed onto the mattress and sighed as she stretched diagonally across the coverlet. “Mmmm…it’s so soft.” Her legs fell open. Her sex, swollen and deep, dark pink glistened. Her eyelids dipped blissfully as her hand stroked her darkly furred mound.
My mouth grew dry at the lush invitation. “Don’t go to sleep on me,” I quipped, trying to cover my awkwardness.
Her lips pursed in a mischievous grin. “As if! I’m waiting for that sweet pussy to slide right over my lips.”
A cowboy had said the same thing to me, long ago. From him it had sounded crude, and I’d hesitated. From Ariana, with a naughty light glittering in her eyes, it was wicked without seeming tawdry.
“How about you let me show you how to love a woman?” she said softly.
I hadn’t known I was worried about not knowing exactly how to arouse this woman, and I relaxed, letting Ariana pull me down beside her until we faced each other on the bed.
“I travel a lot when I’m on the circuit,” Ariana said, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. “And sometimes, I have different partners, women and men, that I pick up. I don’t care too much about whether I please them. I only worry about whether they’ll please me.” Her finger rimmed my lips slowly. “Lacey, I want to show you everything they taught me.”
Come back in December for the next installment of The Hired Hand.
Copyright © 2009 Delilah Devlin
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