Let's Talk Thursday: Episode 16

Hello Awesome Visitors! Let's Talk.

I have many reasons to feel higher than a person who's had a satisfying orgasm. For one, Continuous Drips officially launched yesterday.  It's available on Amazon but will be available in paperback form in early 2015.

Continuous Drips
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Two, it has gotten a few nice reviews.  Check out this one on Amazon.com: "An easy book to dip into".

Plus, Y. Correa gives her experience with reading the stories.

Three, I'm going to give you guys an excerpt.  This time, from "FAN-tasy Island":

Warning: Explicit heat ahead.

“You wore it.  I knew it would look lovely on you.”

Illustria smiled against the cloak covering her mouth.  Lukas was one of her favorite clients.  There were moments when she would look out into the crowd, praying he would be one of the faces.

FAN-tasy Island doubted her potential, but Illustria was able to convince them to give her a try.  It wasn't easy.  Some members of management didn't think there was a market for men who liked darker skinned women, or men who were more into mystery than just showing titties and ass.  Management got proven wrong, and FAN-tasy Island was making more money now than they were years ago, which was impressive considering tough economic times.

Lukas took out a padded envelope.  “Here is what we agreed on.”  Illustria took it and placed it directly in her bag.

“Don't you want to count it?”

“I trust you.”

Strangely enough, Illustria did trust him.  With all of the other clients, she would usually count prior to performing.  But she didn't do private shows that often.

Illustria was very selective when it came to who she dealt with.  Some people deemed the amount she charged a bit hefty.  However Illustria was someone special and one had to pay extra for special.  If a client had a problem with the pricing, there would be no performance, and he wouldn't be allotted the privilege to conduct repeat business.

“All right.  I'm about to go on.  Hope you enjoy!  I remembered your favorite drink from before.”

Lukas sat on the burgundy cushioned chair and waited patiently.  A few minutes later, the matching burgundy curtains on the inside of the glass parted and a gentle light shone in the center of the room.  A black pole had been placed there.

A young lady in her mid twenties was cuffed to the structure.  Her slightly tanned skin was sprinkled with freckles.  Lukas adored what others would deem the young lady's imperfections.  Her dirty blond hair was wonderfully coiffed, and her lips formed a pout—a combination of impatience and anxiety.  The prisoner of the pole didn't have much in the way of breasts, but gravity had not had its way with them.  The light brown areolas prickled with raised bumps to coincide with her nipples' impending arousal.

Illustria entered, holding a tiny bottle.  She placed it on the adjoining table momentarily and ran her fingertips against the prisoner's skin.  The prisoner's teeth clamped down on two of Illustria's fingers.  She yelped and smacked the prisoner's left buttock.  The prisoner bit the inside of her cheek at the sting.

“Any more moves like that Slave, and that smack will be the least of your problems!  Understand?”

The Slave's glare projected defiance.  Lukas loved a fighter.  The Slave's eyes were a midnight blue, borderline black.

You have chosen well, Illustria.

There's a lot more where that come from.  Grab your copy of Continuous Drips today!

Until next time,

Desire