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Favorite Love Scene

I’m in the business of reading and writing tons of love scenes and one of the favorite ones I’ve ever come across would have to be the first love scene between Teyla and Logan in The Pleasure Girl – Book 1 of my Desperadoes series (Siren Bookstrand).

Teyla is a pleasure girl in a post-catastrophic world where electricity has been knocked out and the world’s climate has gotten colder. In order to survive women do things they’d never ordinarily do. Logan has come to Teyla’s secluded farmhouse looking for a warm bed and a sexy lover for himself and two of his friends. He plans on being with her alone for one night before his friends arrive.

Here’s a snippet of a prelude to a love scene that some readers have told me they loved because it was unique because of the hero’s request of wanting to be shaved…down there. LOL

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Excerpt:

“Do you have a special man in your life?” The question erupted from the bathroom, rocking her world.

“Excuse me?” she called out, wondering exactly what he meant by that question.

“A boyfriend? Husband? Someone you’re dating?”

“N…no.”

“Good. I prefer a woman who is available.”

Teyla blinked in astonishment. Odd comment coming from a guy who wanted to share her with two other guys. Three guys and her? Oh, lord, she’d better not think about it.

“Do you do this often?” she blurted, instantly regretting asking the question, realizing it was none of her business. But it was the first thing that popped into her mind, and when she was nervous, she did have the tendency to say stupid things.

He appeared at the doorway, shaving utensils and a couple of facecloths laid out on a folded towel in his hand. That damned bottle and two glasses clutched in his other hand.

He was smiling at her. That hot, sexy shadow made him look both dangerous and erotic at the same time. He wore that same crooked smile as when he’d caught her watching him at the window earlier. The smile made the sides of his eyes crinkle, and she noticed tiny laugh lines at the corners of his mouth also. The knowledge that he appeared to be used to laughing made her feel so much better. Safer, too.

“Why do you ask?” he asked. “Are you jealous already?”

His sense of humor was a definite asset.

“Maybe,” she teased, feeling some of the tension ease out of her shoulders.

He strolled to her dresser with the mirror and placed the glasses and the bottle, which she noted as whiskey, and the utensils and towel down beside her pitcher.

“Before we begin, I want you to shave me,” he said softly as he prepared the items, laying them out on the dresser.

When he finished, he looked at her, and his intense gaze made her catch her breath. She didn’t want him to lose that erotic-looking five o’clock shadow. It made him look so sexy and dangerous. The look excited her. But he was paying her. If he wanted a shave, so be it.

She made a move to stand, but he ordered her to remain sitting as he whipped up the lather. When it was a frothy cream, he turned to her, and to her surprise, his hand fell to the stud on his jeans.

Nervousness fluttered through her again. Gosh, she thought she would have a few minutes more before they had sex. Or did he want her to shave him while they were having sex? Lordy, now that would be interesting.

“I…I thought you wanted a shave?”

Her eyes latched onto his fingers as he unzipped.

“I do.”

She swallowed as he lowered his jeans. His package pressed boldly against his white briefs. Definitely big. Very big. Oh boy. Oh boy. Dr. Liz, girl, what have you gotten me into?

“I want you to shave me down here,” he said and stroked the outline of his big erection.

Her eyes widened at his words.

Down there? Oh my God.

“I’ll pass you the items. I want you to just sit right where you are.” His voice had gone deeper, hoarser. His eyes darker. They glistened with fire. His body scent, strong and dominant, whispered along her nerve endings, making her very aware of her sexuality. Very aware of him.

“Pull down my underwear. So we can get started.”

Both their breaths shot through the silent air like rockets, and her fingers trembled as she did as he asked. His flesh felt scorching hot to her touch as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs. Tugging, she inhaled sharply as…

Here’s a bit more as the scene continues a couple of paragraphs later…

Anxiety almost overwhelmed her as she began to shave him, and she found herself scrambling for something to say. But what did one say while shaving a man in such an intimate area on his body?

“Have you done this before?” he asked, his voice sounding strangled, as if he were maybe afraid? Well, maybe he should have asked before she’d gotten started.

“It’s a little late to be asking that question, isn’t it?” She couldn’t help but laugh.

“I hope not,” he retorted, amusement lacing his voice. There was that humor again. She smiled and lifted her gaze from his magnificent size to peer up at his face. She shouldn’t have looked up because his eyes were so dark with desire she could barely stand the spear of need bursting inside her lower belly.

The tips of his luscious lips tilted upward again and his smile zeroed in on her like a heat-seeking missile. Suddenly she just wanted to be swept away into his strong arms. To be held. To be taken by him.

Oh, boy. He was a client, for God’s sake! Becoming emotionally involved, even thinking emotional things was taboo! Men looked at her like an object. Nothing more. She shouldn’t want to have Logan holding her and making love to her. This is just sex, remember that, Teyla.

She continued with the shave, going slowly and carefully and keeping her mouth shut. Thankfully, he said no more, and when she finished, she wiped him with the wet face cloth he handed her. A couple of rinses later, he was as clean as a newborn.  

“I assume you wish to supply the condoms?” he asked after he returned the shaving items to the nearby dresser. She nodded and pointed to the night table beside the bed.

“In there. Pick your size.” He slid the drawer open and skimmed the several boxes with his fingertips. Obviously, he knew the drill with pleasure girls. Most preferred to supply the condoms. She was one of them.

Condoms were expensive, just like everything else these days, but well worth the expense to ensure her condoms were fresh and hadn’t been tampered with or inadvertently damaged. Men tended to keep them folded in wallets or in areas where tiny holes were inadvertently poked into the protection. The last thing she needed was a sexually transmitted disease or a baby without a dad.

He lifted out a box of condoms, opened it, but didn’t take any out.

“Before we begin, let’s get a little more acquainted. You’ve touched me and seen some of me. Now it’s my turn. Let your breasts free.”

To her surprise, she creamed at his instruction. She liked the expectant look on his face, and for some odd reason, he didn’t make her feel like she was dirty as most of her clients did. He didn’t make her feel like an object. He just made her feel kind of sexy and shy.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the small, delicate buttons on the negligee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched…

I hoped you enjoyed the excerpts to the prelude to one of my favorite love scenes.

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Happy Reading!

Jan

The Subtle Turnon

I think…I hope, I’m right in thinking the next topic on our mighty list of blog topics is about what gets us going no matter how badly it’s done…sexually. I think that’s where we’re supposed to take it.

If it isn’t, I blame my erotic writing history on how I interpreted this blog topic. It’s not my fault. Don’t judge me! Anyway, there’s one thing that works for me whether I’m in the mood or not. Whether it’s an accident or not. And it involves my ears.

I remember going out partying in college. We were purely platonic group of six. Three girls, three boys. At that time, we were just out enjoying ourselves, goofing off, drinking, being “intellectuals” and having fun. I had a crush on one of those guys. Sure, you knew it was bound to happen, right? Well, yeah. He was cute, funny, smart and we had a lot in common. But we were friends and no one wants to destroy that friendship bond or put it at risk, so I never did anything to show my interest which means he probably never noticed I was a girl.

But on this one particular long weekend, he did something that put me firmly in the “girl” category. We were at a bar, all six of us listening to music and drinking and laughing. He leaned over and spoke into my ear. I’m sure it was something sarcastic and funny. It could have been “I’m going piss”. I don’t remember. Because when he spoke, breath rushed over my ear and I did this full-body shudder. The kind you see people doing on those medical emergency shows when the “paddles” are put on them and they’re shocked back to life. It was the warm, moist air hitting those itty bitty hairs along my ear canal and the rim of my ear that left me twitching and shuddering and, yes, to my embarrassment, completely turned on. For my friend. In the middle of the bar.

I glanced over at him and noticed the evil grin. Oh yes. He was well aware of what he’d just done.

It’s just one of those things that turns me on whether I want it to or not. It’s an erogenous zone that leaves me vulnerable. Add to that a little nibble of the ear and I’m a quivering mess. I don’t know if it can be badly done. Oh. Yes, it can. Years later, a boyfriend attempted the same thing except he decided to explore my ear canal with his tongue. *shudder* Not in a good way either. The subtle tease is what I like. Once he backed off giving me an oral ear examination and went back to the nibbling, blowing air thing, I was back on board.

If there’s bad kissing or a slightly less-than-enthusiastic response on my part, all it really takes to get my motor running is for a little warm air skating over my ear and I’m back in the game like a champ. In my fantasies, my lover spends a long time on my ears and my back (which is partially tattooed and extremely sensitive…oh, that’s another thing but I’m not going to talk about that today) until I’m just a village waiting to be pillaged. *swoons*

I don’t think it’s an ear fetish though. I might have to look that up on OMG Sex Facts. Hm. Do you like to have your ears nibbled on? Lapped at? Your ear lobes tugged on? Played with? You can tell me. I told y’all!

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