Tuesday, June 30, 2015

#A2Z The End is Z

Z is the last letter in our line,
But, my friend, it is often divine.
For being last gives it a special place,
As long as there's love, it can still win the race.
Zest for life, for each other is its purpose you see,
Zero is the others that come between you and me.
Together we don't care if we are first or the last,
Our love had a beginning, a future and past.
Every time you reach out your hand to take mine,
The feelings and emotions I feel are sublime.
Your lips crushed to mine, tell of your love,
As you join with me, I hear songs of angels above.
Thank you for joining me in this little game,
I just pray you've enjoyed it as letters I tried to explain.
Though 'Z' is the twenty-sixth letter my friend,

Remember our journey and not just the end.

Burning Desire (Federal Agent Chronicles #1) by Ravyn Rayne

Burning Desire by Ravyn Rayne
(Federal Agent Chronicles #1) 

Saving people is FBI Agent Kaitlyn Rivers drug of choice. That’s not the only thing she loves about her job. The sexual tension is mounting between Kaitlyn and her alpha boss, Agent Joel Connor.
Assigned into an undercover operation to stop a serial child abductor with the pathetic Cole Sommers, Kaitlyn is silently thrilled when Cole is forced off the case and Joel steps in.
Intense romance, steamy sex scenes, and a nail-gripping case that will attract fans of crime dramas and thrillers. This action-packed erotica is sure to leave you pleased three times over!

I swallow anxiously, my heart racing at lightning speed in my chest. "I never do as I'm told. You should know that." We've had our own share of disagreements and butting heads in the past. This feels different, hotter, sexier. I feel my insides ache for release. Will he give it to me or tease me into submission?
Joel's hand slides beneath my back. His warm touch startles and arouses me. I feel his leg move between mine and his knee climb closer to my groin, adding enough pressure to elicit a moan. I don't know what will happen tonight and for the moment I don't care. I want him, more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
"Bad girls get spanked," Joel whispers into my ear and flips me onto my stomach. Before I have time to respond or fight back, I feel his hands at my sides pulling down my pants and underwear, just enough to expose my bare flesh.

Monday, June 29, 2015

#A2Z Y is for You

Y is the letter that brings you to mind,
To have and to hold, my heart you did bind.
Young we were when we took our vows,
And young at heart we've remained from then until now.
For age is timeless when shared with your love,
Years have no affect when I see you above.
Eyes share the soul and yes, I can see,
That every day brings you closer to me.
Yearning for pleasure is not left to the young,
Every time we make love it's like we've only begun.
To discover the passion that is given each day,
To learn how to please in all sorts of ways.
A symphony played, each instrument has a role,
Until with a crescendo, our opus is told.
The power of this letter, this one called 'Y'

Tells me I'm loved until the day that I die.

#A@Z "X" Marks the Spot

X stands so strong, and it's said marks the spot,
To a buried treasure, but money my goal is not.
I have something more valuable than any circle of gold,
For I've found that one person of whom legends are told.
I look into your eyes, fall into their deep pools,
And know that seeking baubles is only for fools.
Your hand takes mine, I immediately shiver,
For just that touch makes every nerve quiver.
The words from your lips like fine wine do pour,
And I drink them in, my heart and soul start to soar.
You lift your hands to my clothing, gently is your plan,
To slowly undress me until naked I stand.
Hands lifted to cover are gently pushed to my side,
Over every inch of my body I watch your eyes slide.
Before your first touch, I'm quaking with lust,
When your commands are given, obey them I must.
With barely a movement, I sink to the floor,
With hands shaking, I wait for the words I adore.
Take me you speak, the words soft yet firm,
And I willingly engulf the object for which I yearn.
Hearing your breath quicken, causes my heart to race,
As I vary my speed, slow then fast is my pace.
Will you explode in my mouth, held in my lips,
No, for I feel your hands, my arms to grip.
Pulling me free, ignoring my cry,
Easily lifting me onto the bed to lie.
Taking both of my hands in just one of your own,
Binding my wrists in soft cuffs, pulling until I moan.
Hovering above me, just out of touch,
Knowing I want to feel you so much.
The smile that you grin, has my heart pounding,
The gasps you draw out as my nipples your tongue is rounding.
Please I beg but aren't shocked to be hushed,
Your hands on my thighs, spreading, watching me blush.
Shhh you whisper, I know what you need,
But no pleasure will you take without permission, agreed?
I can't I claim, my words simply allowed to wither and die,
You can, he states, or punishment will we try.
Oh God, my body is a bomb poised to explode,
And his head dips, taking licks, bites sure to make me implode.
Wiggling hips are stilled by being lifted high in the air,
To bring his target closer, my embarrassment not given a care.
Wait – what is that buzzing, whining sound that you hear,
It's you begging, warning that you are too near.
His head is lifted, tongue stilled for only one brief pause,
Not yet, remember a blistered ass your disobedience will cause.
How you obey, you will never know for sure,
But as he sinks deep inside, you find you can endure.
The strokes are hard, fast, slow, soft then repeated,
Until permission is given, the dance soon completed.
Yes, 'X' is a strong letter, capable of standing apart,

But real treasure is found within another's heart.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

#A2Z "W" is for Whimper and Wanton

W a letter that is most fun to share,
For wonder and wishes are yours if you dare.
Walk with me, wander along winding shores,
While I whisper to you the words I adore.
Woe to the ones who will not take a chance,
To waltz and weave to a lover's dance.
Whimpers are weak but will become a wail,
As I worship each inch as your body's unveiled.
Wiggles and wags I'll never mind,
As I warm up your cute little behind.
Warbles of words whose meanings aren't clear,
As my fingers worm into places so dear.
My tongue will follow, working its way to that one spot,
That causes more than your bottom to become very hot.
Watching you writhe is a most worthy sight,
As I lick and suckle, then nip and bite.
Whines of passion waft about the room,
And I enter a warmth that almost causes a swoon.
Wicked it might be but wisely we don't care,
For nothing is wrong with the love that we share.
Wizards and wands are not needed tonight,
We'll share our bodies, not withholding delight.
Wanton is another word that is dear to me,
Show me, my love, exactly what do you need.
Every desire, every wish, I want to awaken,
As you give yourself – allow yourself to be taken.
Willingness to learn, wanting to try every toy,
I assure you can bring you the most wondrous joy.
Don't worry my love, the 'W' is your friend,
For I promise you pleasure that will never end.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

#A2Z "V" is for Valiant, Victory, and Velvet

V is a symbol of harmony and peace we are told,
A wonderful letter that touches hearts and souls.
Vibrant is a life shared by two lovers entwined,
As shown by couples throughout every era of time.
Battles are waged, wars are undertaken,
To win a heart where true love is unshaken.
Voices echo loudly as passion is raised,
Velvet hands stroking skin as roles are played.
Vanity has no place in this sensual game,
For all are beautiful when lover's your name.
Valiant is the one who dares to stand before you,
Trusting and giving, wanting to share in all that you do.
Vital it is that the love offered isn't taken for granted,
For even a small slip, the seeds of doubt can be planted.
Victory is not an easy a thing to be earned,
But is more rewarding the more that you yearn.
To visualize not your own pleasure – that is the key,
To set aside your desires – to forget about me.
To fill that vacancy deep within you with my love,
To cradle your soul, to lift you up far above.
To strip away your fears, to expose the veneer,
To prove that my love will always be clear.
For only in validity, in truth can we find,
The perfect partner to share our bodies and mind.
My true happiness, my pleasure is in my value to you,
To show you the love I wish you to view.
The secret that is hidden in the vault deep,
Is knowing that your love will return to my keep.
Never alone shall we stand on the verge,
Nothing can stop the love that in our hearts does surge.
'V' has two sides, both equal and without the other would fall,
But not if together we stand, giving each other our all.

Friday, June 26, 2015

#A2Z "U" is for Unique, Universal, Unbelievable

U looks like a vessel, a cup which we can fill,
With all the goodness lovers wish to instill.
Unique is the offer given to each soul every day,
What's unknown is if you'll act or delay.
Until we find that one special mate, the one meant to be,
The vessel will leak and always to remain empty.
But the unspoken promise, the universal prize,
Is to find your mate – your other half I surmise.
Once found, uplifting joy is shared,
Together discovery is given as souls are bared.
Useless bothers can be tossed in a bin,
As loved is found between her and him.
Holding the vessel in two pairs of hands,
Filling it with purpose becomes the plan.
Sorrows and loads are split as troubles are lightened,
And eyes full of love shared see every joy heightened.
Unbelievable passion, unearned grace can be found,
As vows, whispers, laughter, promises, are words given sound.
Don't let the task daunt you, to fill the empty 'U',
For the life full of love is what doing so will imbue.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

#A2Z "T" is for Tempting, Torturing, Teasing

T a letter with a bar, worn on the top,
Tempts us to play, never wanting to stop.
Touch is a magical word that we can employ,
To tantalize, to teach, to train, to enjoy.
Taunting terms that cause me to tremble and shake,
As teeth and tongue, my nipples do take.
Tasting, teasing, tugging each peak till it's taut,
Nipping, biting, suckling as pleasure is sought.
Tenderness has its place I am sure,
But today I need to feel my body endure.
Every tingle of nerves, every twitch of my skin,
Until I don't know where each of us ends.
Teach me to trust, target my soul and my heart,
Tempt me, tantalize me, take every part.
Torture me in every sensation,
Until I can't resist the temptation.
Turn me into the traveler who ignores time,
Tumbling and twirling our senses sublime.
Tall is the order for the letter 'T',
But a task we continue to fill for both you and me.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

#A2Z "S" is for Sensual

S so sexy, so sinuous, so sleek, and stands for the five,
for each one of the senses help make us feel alive.
A touch against skin, whether of velvet or steel,
your hands, your body against me is what I wish to feel.
Tongues licking and tasting, teeth nipping and biting to draw a sweet gasp,
arms lifting and holding, your hands do I seek to clasp.
Aromas shifting as pleasure is sought, beginning our dance,
each step starting with that one special glance.
Slipping inside me, bodies surging with greed,
sounds of angels singing as you meet every need.
Soulmates is something very few will ever find,
special connections of both body and mind.
Speech is not needed, for our senses we use,
your mouth lowers, your lips to mine fuse.
Every pore of my body opens to bliss,
that I find in every single touch, every kiss.
Sparks shoot out from every nerve ending,
steps taken to make sure pleasure is what you are sending.
Seeking that spot, the one that lies hidden,
makes it impossible for me to refuse what is bidden.
I explode in your arms, come apart at the seams,
for 'S' stands for satiated, satisfaction, a sacred, sensuous team.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Owning His Bride by Sue Lyndon

Owning His Bride by Sue Lyndon

After enduring the first two years of a life sentence for a crime she didn’t commit, there is one thing Becca fears more than spending the rest of her days behind bars. When their five-year terms of service on the frozen prison planet of Kemmius are up, guards are allowed to choose a bride from among the prisoners, and the warden himself has set his sights on her.

Hunter has hated the warden from the moment he met him, and he’ll be damned if he is going to let the vile man have a sweet, beautiful girl like Becca. Not when his own term as a guard is almost up and he’ll have the chance to claim her first and make her his own.

Following a thorough, humiliating medical exam—standard procedure to ensure a potential bride’s suitability as a mate—Becca finds herself bound to Hunter forever as both his wife and his property. While her new husband quickly proves to be nothing like the cruel warden, he is still a man who expects to be obeyed, and she soon learns that defiance will be dealt with firmly.

Though she is left blushing each time Hunter bares her bottom for a sound spanking—and sometimes for other, more intimate punishments—what truly shames Becca is the way her body responds to his dominance. But even as her feelings for Hunter grow stronger and her future seems brighter than it has in many years, Becca cannot help wondering if she will ever truly be free of the chains of the past.

Publisher’s Note: Owning His Bride is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


“What was your crime, Becca?”

Her jaw clenched and she swallowed hard. “My boyfriend surprised me with a trip to Terrina, the planet with the really tall trees. We were on our way through the Interstellar Port when a large stash of drugs was discovered in my carryon. They weren’t my drugs, in fact my boyfriend mockingly whispered in my ear that they belonged to him, but it didn’t matter to the authorities. It was my word against his, and he had a fancy lawyer. Now I’m here, and next month I’ll be God-knows-where with the warden.”

He believed that the drugs weren’t hers. She looked trusting and innocent, and that’s probably why her so-called boyfriend picked her as his vacation companion while he attempted to smuggle drugs. This sort of thing happened all the time, and the authorities showed no mercy. If the bags belonged to you, the contents inside also belonged to you. No matter what.

Hunter put a hand on her thigh, not to intimidate her, but to calm her sudden shaking. “My five-year service contract is up before the warden’s. I have seven days left. Perhaps I will claim you as my bride.”

She inhaled in a quick, shaky breath and regarded him with suspicion. “But, but you don’t know me.”

He laughed. “With the number of blocks and the frequent rotation of guards on each block, none of the guards really get to know the inmates. That’s the point of the rotations. It keeps the inmates well-behaved because they want to try to catch every single guard’s attention, and it keeps the guards from showing favor to any woman in particular, thus quelling any jealousy from starting up amongst the prisoners. You’re right, I don’t know you. But I know the warden, and I know he doesn’t have a kind cell in his body.”

She cast a wary glance at the camera.

“Don’t worry about the camera. I hope he’s watching right now.”

Her hands twisted in her lap around the handkerchief, and he longed to comb the tangles out of her hair with his fingers. Hell, he longed to wrap his arms around her and carry her straight to his bunk in the officers’ quarters.

Just one more week. He’d never felt a particular attachment to any of the females here, but the first time he’d laid eyes on Becca a week ago as she walked to her cell after recreation time, he’d felt a strange pull toward her. He’d kept an eye on her since then, from a distance.

“Please pick another inmate,” she whispered. Fear glimmered in her eyes. “Please don’t pick me.”
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Author bio: Sue Lyndon is a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spanking romances. She enjoys a good book in any genre, loves Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica, and runs on coffee and chocolate. She also writes “vanilla” sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury.

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Saturday, June 20, 2015

#A2Z "R" is for Red

R - both rounded and straight is this letter,
one that responds to requests – sweetly asked is better.
Reasons aren't needed, explanations are rare,
when a girl turns from nice to naughty – as if to dare.
To break the rules, the boundaries to refuse,
as if her bottom has nothing to lose.
Rapidly remorse falls into place,
at the raised eyebrow, a look on a face.
Repeated promises, restated over and over again,
do no good as the lesson is about to begin.

Regardless of reminders of what is to come,
the remedy promised will feel hot as the sun.
Red is a very pretty intense color that's true,
a welt raised, a ridge stroked as a bottom reaches that hue.
Her raised voice will be reflected around the room as it flies,
resistance is futile, resulting in loud wails and sweet cries.
Reaching behind is a definite no,
as a hiney is given its own bright rosy glow.
Rotating the body, bringing a hot bottom to rest,
on a lap of a lover, the feeling of love is the best.
The punishment over, eyes meet, passions flare,
lust is rekindled by the spanking given with care.
But understood by the one that she holds most dear,
the only one who sees past the shine of her tears.
Strong hands cup each trembling cheek, a hot globe in each palm,
apology given - forgiveness granted – she is where she belongs.
For her red-roasted rear is what is required,
when breaking the rules her Master's concern has inspired.
The secret part that is reclusive, is through pain she finds relief,
and knowing that only he understands her beliefs.
Resonating wails of pleasure rebounds off the walls,
as into the abyss he allows her to fall.
'R' stands for the remarkable man who sees through her ruse,
her soulmate, her lover, her Dom, her muse.

Friday, June 19, 2015

#A2Z "Q" is for Queen

Q is quirky, a letter most queer,

and yet one that people hold dear.
Queen of my heart is the title I bestow,
every day with you, my love continues to grow.
You are the definition of a quintessential lover you see,
quietly demanding the best qualities out of me.
You've offered so much without a single qualm,
your pulse I can feel beneath my palm.
Lovemaking is not something we need do quick,
I take my sweet time ignoring time's tick.
If quick I desire to have explained,
is how your breath quickens as your body is claimed.
Querulous is not a title you wish to obtain,
for pouting and whining won't win you this game.
I smile with your words, your phrases so cutely quotable,
but know this, my love, your need is wordlessly notable.
Quality not quantity is the mantra I chant,
as pleasure is something to you I will eventually grant.
Having you fall apart in my arms is the purpose of 'Q',