Juicy Erotica
These photos fell into my inbox just in time for my post about Juicy Erotica! I'm going to let the photographer decide whether or not to out herself. But this is a portion of her note: The gummi letters were so very well timed today. The letters lent themselves to all sorts of possibilities! I spent a good portion of the day riven for various reasons, and while I was spelling my contest entry word of "juicy," the word "cunt" just somehow became obvious among the remaining letters. It happens, you know. Of course juicy cunt naturally led to "licked." That happens too, you know.
Juicy leads to lots of things. The Pretty Things Press version of Juicy just led to the Xcite version of Juicy! This is our third book with Xcite, and I'm very, um, Xcited!
Today, I'll give away two copies—one of each version:
What do you have to do to win? Tell me, truly, have you ever played with your food? You know, like Macy's Gray's Sex-o-Matic: "When we seek and hide, When my hands are tied, 69 positions and whip cream all over my skin..."
Or...?
XXX,
Alison
P.S. Your stealing stories stole my heart. I am going to sneak up to the porn closet to see just how many copies of Sticky Fingers I have to give away before I announce the winner(s).
posted by Alison Tyler at 6:32 AM
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A few years ago a sub-station in New York experienced an explosion that caused many states to lose power in the middle of July. It was hot as hell during the day and pitch black at night. Except for the stars. Living in Detroit we don't get to see anything but the biggest and brightest of the stars in the sky. But with no light pollution it was beautiful.
Earlier in the evening Mr. Rebel had been able to get a few bags of ice from a local store that still dealt in cash. So we had packed a cooler with ice and beer and brought it out onto the deck.
We ended up laying next to each other on the hammock staring up in amazement at the millions of stars we had never known existed. His hand found mine and we lay like that for a while. Hand in hand, looking up into a sky neither of us had ever seen before.
He grabbed a beer from the cooler, letting the condensation from the bottle drip on my legs before tipping it to his lips. The cool water felt so good against my skin. I grabbed a piece of ice from the cooler and rubbed it along the back of my neck.
He watched as the water dripped down my neck and chest. I pulled another ice cube from the cooler and did the same to him, rubbing the cube behind his neck. He sighed, leaning back into my hand.
I shifted in the hammock and apparently he hadn't expected it because his beer spilled all over my legs. I did that little girly squeal that I deny ever happened outside of that moment. I jumped to my feet, starting toward the door to get a towel, but Mr. was right behind me.
He caught my wrist in his hand, pulling me to a stop. I turned to find him on his knees, moving slowly toward me. I looked down at him while he licked a slow line up my leg. He stood, picking me up with his arms around my waist, carrying me back to the hammock.
He lay me down in the middle of the nylon swing, positioning himself between my legs before resuming his tongue cleaning of the beer from my thighs.
I lay back, looking up at the stars again, thinking how amazing his hands and his mouth felt on my legs, and then they both went away.
I tried to sit up and look for him but his voice came from below me, strong and demanding, telling me to stay right where I was. I did as I was told, wondering what he was doing, but I didn't have to wait long.
I heard ice rustling in the cooler, then felt a freezing cold pressure between my legs. I shivered against the ice cube pressed to me. He pulled it away and replaced it with his tongue. His hot breath feeling amazing against the coldness he had just placed there.
He did this for what seemed like forever, icing me down then licking the wetness away with his warm tongue until I thought I might die and be okay with it.
An absolute true story, and I have never looked at ice the same way again. Ice counts as food...right?
XoXoXo
Dakota
I made myself into a human birthday cake. Whipped cream, syrup, cherries, nuts, a candle. I told the guy that I needed a few minutes to get his surprise ready. He left the guest cottage while I went to work. 10 minutes later I'm lying on a sheet, naked and completely covered in goodies, with a lit candle on my stomach, held upright by whipping cream. I am so excited. But after 10 minutes, he hasn't returned. The whipped cream is beginning to slump. He's still not back. The candle is dripping hot wax through the whipped cream onto my stomach. The man has vanished. I blow out the candle. The whipped cream is starting to run. I relight the candle. Still no man. There is now more whipped cream on the sheet than on my body. From a reclined position, I try to spray on more fluff and get the candle situated again. Finally after 30 minutes he walks in, but I'm not the sexy dessert I had hoped to be. By the time he returned, there was nothing but me lying in a pile of goo, my stomach red and scorched from the hot wax. It turned out he got stuck watching television in the main house and lost track of time.
I am not a fan of blow jobs, but I am a fan of ice cream. One day after my boy got home from work, I wanted to surprise him. So I told him to strip and lie on my bed w/his eyes closed. I went to the freezer where I had a package of Edy's Dibs. I took one little ice cream nugget and rubbed it slowly on his dick and balls. He flinched when the cold chocolate hit him, and then groaned when I licked it all off. It rub, lick repeat for a while. I was handsomely rewarded afterwards :)
Aw, km, boo!
I make a cake with ceam whipped with vanilla, suga and drinking chocolate - for some reason it feels incedible on skin, it transforms oral sex! And it tastes unbelievable one way or the other :)
But I made the mistake of following up the whipped cream blow job with a champagne one, and it went down his urethra, which put a stop to the fun for a bit.
That was lovely and romantic, Dakota. Nice account.
Cheers,
Tessa
I re-enacted a scene from one of my favorite historical romance novels and ate halved strawberry slices off my lover's body. It was hot, and the house we lived in had no air conditioning. The fruit tasted even more delectable seasoned with the salty sweat from his skin. After eating the berries from neck to groin, I licked up the path of strawberry juice. Delicious!
Hey Jo,
How about that recipe? Mmmm yummy!
Spelling out such delectable words with the gummi letters was so very, very sweet indeed!
I used my personal laptop at work today and nearly choked on my coffee when "Licked" showed up on my rotating picture screen saver.
In any case - thanks, AT for the candy and the delectable entertainment it provided!
:) Raven
Dear Jo,
Your spontaneity is priceless, just like your sprinkles of reality.
Cheers,
Tessa
Burning my brains at night lately and taking short breaks here.
Morning everyone... believe it or not, I slept in. Which is divine as I've been doing this "go to bed at midnight, get up at four" thing for awhile now.
So... I've got to go with Suzanne for the Xcite version of Juicy Erotica (as there *is* a strawberry on the UK cover!) And Dakota for the US version of Juicy—there's no ice in the book, but my story in the collection is about a cherry slushee.
Remember to email your snail mail addresses to msalisontyler at yahoo dot com!
XXX,
Alison
Hey, km, here you go. The measurements for a v big, four layer torte (chocolate cherry, soooo good) so I wouldn't try to go eating it all at once, it'd put you off for good ;)
2 cups of full cream (I don't know how this will work in the States? your dairy is weird!)
1/4 cup crinking chocolate
1/4 cup powdered sugar
2 tsps vanilla
Seive in the powder, add vanilla, test before it's whipped totally in case you need more sweet, it gets less sweet when it's fully whipped.
Any one who makes this, say a little prayer of thanks to my mother, I don't think i've ever tased anything as good!
Jo (www.piosacake.wordpress.com - tere'll be aphoto of the cake next week, it's my little boy's birthday!)
Sorry, Alison, for all this admin:
you know that's drinking chocolate, not crinking chocolate
:(
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