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This is going to be a super short little post because I'm too busy researching for my next book to write! ;) 

The great news is that the talented Priscilla Hathaway has extended her offer to all of you:  FREE erotica!  Forbidden House Guest is free through tomorrow!  She would love a review, good bad or indifferent and I would love to say I promoted her book enough to get a review!

So now I will leave you with this:  chocolate syrup, velvety soft powdered sugar, handcuffs and some ice cubes!  I'm going to have a great night!!!

Oh What To Do...

Warning XXX content over 18 only!

I've been writing a super sexy Vamp/ Panther story and think it may have the bones to stand up to a novel!  I'm torn between making it strictly erotica or branching out and making it a sci-fi romance/ erotica!  Hmmmm, I guess I will have to see where my clicking little fingers take me.

In other news: I am a big fan of this blogger app!  I can blog naked, at the table, on the patio, in bed and my all time favorite, in the shower!  All of my best ideas spring up in there and I can enjoy the steamy water while typing up a little info for all my readers!  

Make sure you read my dear friend, Priscilla Hathaway's sexy little story about the beginnings of an affair.  Forbidden House Guest is available now for FREE on Amazon!  Click the link to get it and don't forget to write a review:

http://www.amazon.com/Forbidden-House-Guest-ebook/dp/B00CZV24VU/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1369698909&sr=1-2&keywords=Forbidden+house+guest

A piece of ass for you:

Being engaged to a baker had its perks; he always brought home delectable treats and we had a plethora of fun with all of the sticky confections.  But one night took the cake, literally!

Peter brought home a box of yummies but wouldn't let me look inside.  When he came in he stuck the box into the fridge and ordered me to get undressed.  Of course I complied and even donned the blindfold he had given me.  As I stood in the kitchen he drew up and down my body with the cold treats.

After tracing pie over my nipples he sucked it off then orderd me to sit down on the chair.  With my hand in his and him leading the way I found the chair and turned to sit, "Slowly," he said.

I sunk slowly into the chair until the flesh of my cheeks hit cold buttercream.  The chill sent a shiver up my spine but felt delicious.  I sunk lower and the folds of my pussy squished down through icing and cake until both my holes were covered in sweet slick frosting and moist vanilla cake.

I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs; Peter was in me in an instant.  His cock was pounding frosting deep inside of me with each thrust.  The change from cold to hot did a number on me and before I could even scream out my pleasure I was shaking and squirting my juices down his length.  

Now when I see a vanilla cake or taste buttercream frosting, my pussy becomes slick in an instant and I just smile.

~THE END

New Short Available

Warning content is XXX rated!!!

Just got the Blogger ap so all this was done on my phone, (while naked of course)!  Please excuse the errors, there is a learning curve here!

So happy to announce that my colleague, Priscilla Hathaway, has just been published on Amazon by Summer Nights Publishing!  Check out Forbidden House Guest and be the first to post a review for her! 

http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00CZV24VU/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1369496490&sr=8-1&pi=SL75

Here's a little tit-bit for you:

He had one hand wrapped up in her curly blond hair and his mouth was clamped down around her nipple.  His tongue danced over her dusky flesh sending tingles through her body and wet heat between her thighs.  His teeth gently tugged at her nub pulling it to a point and causing her to moan with pleasure.  

His free hand squeezed down gently on her other breast where her milky white flesh filled his hand and spilled out.  Her nipples were her sensitive spot, the key to her infinate pleasure.  He was determined to make her shake, make her scream with want and tremble from the beauty of orgasm. 

While he continued to suck on her pink flesh his fingers found her wet slit and massaged the nub between her folds.  He flicked and rolled her clit with his fingers while gently tugging on her nipple with his teeth.  In a few short minutes she was buckling beneath him, screaming her pleasure and gushing her sweet juices down the tips of his fingers.

THE END

News & A BJ

It has been quite a while since I have been on here but the good news is that The Life & Lays of Penelope Sweet is up and viewable HERE for FREE!  In other news; I am putting the finishing touches on a short story which will be available soon on Amazon!  So excited to finally get something out there for everyone!  I also have a few other shorts in the works and am continuously working on my sexy, erotica cop novel that will be out next year.

In the mean time, here is a little slice of sexy for you to munch on:

It took a while to get home but by the time Anna suck through the back door of the house she shared with her roommate, she was clad only in a g-string and see through lace bra.  It was dark and she hadn't worried about any of her neighbor's seeing her since they were all old and went to bed before dark.  She felt her way down the hall and pushed open the creaky door to her room.  I've gotta get that fixed!

When she stepped across the threshold she saw him just as he said he would be; tied up to the headboard completely naked and asleep.  Lucky for her the creaking of the door hadn't woken him up so she slowly closed it behind her and made her way to the bed.  In the dim light she was just able to make out his body and the large floral pattern on the bedspread.

Without making a sound she climbed up onto the bed and quickly maneuvered herself above his soon to be hard cock.  Anna was no fool, she knew how to manipulate a man and she new exactly what to do with the soft member that was staring back at her.  Slowly she bent her head forward, licked her lips and without using her hands she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth.  Her tongue rolled around its ample length until the entre thing was in her mouth.  Oh he tastes so sweet on my tongue. 

Ben's eyes flew open and his cock instantly stiffened in her mouth growing to the point of gagging her.  She sucked him vigorously as he looked down at her, moaning and begging for her to untie him.  Anna didn't make a move for the ropes she just continued to suck his dick.  Her hand moved up and down his shaft while she licked and sucked the pre-cum from the tip.  She knew she had him now, she knew it was time to put her best blow job forward so she tucked her teeth behind her lips and pumped her head up and down.

Her one hand fondled and cupped his balls while the other followed her mouth up and down his cock.   He was almost shaking beneath her and she could feel his cock start to twitch between her lips so she kept up her rhythm and added a little bit more pressure.  The combination was perfect; Ben began to moan as he shot a load of steamy cum down the back of her throat.  Squirt after squirt slid down her tongue until nothing more would come out.

Anna licked every last drop out of him, squeezed the tip to get what was left and gently scratched her nails down his thighs, "You're tasty," she said as her blue eyes peeked out from behind false lashes.

"You suck mean dick Anna," said Ben as his breathing slowed and his hands slumped against the ropes.

"What did you expect from a porn star?"

"I don't know but it's time you untie me and let me at that pussy!"

"Mmmmmmm!"

~The End

Memory of a Lover

Well thanks to my new #TwitterBestie @NikkiHazeFever I am posting a short little story for everyone.  I'm still writing The Life & Lays of Penelope Sweet which you can read HERE !  I hope you enjoy its raw, virtually unedited naked sexiness and if you do, leave me a like.  Meanwhile, feel free to follow me on Twitter @DelphineDeRicci and let's connect!  So know I leave you with this: 

I’d been cleaning out my closet, bagging up old clothes and rummaging through dated shoes when I stumbled upon a dusty box hidden in the darkest corner of the walk in.  I drug it into the light and picked it up as if it contained buried treasure.  It had been a few years since I’d seen it, but knew exactly what was there.

I made my way to the bed, set the box on my naked thighs and lifted the lid with both hands.  As I peeled it away a rush of feelings swept over me like a gust of hot southern air.  Preparing myself, I took a deep breath and stared into the neat mess of letters and photographs packed inside. 

I read the letters with a smirk and brushed my fingertips over the images of his face.  His sweet handsome face was etched in my heart for eternity and I could still see the essence of his smile and wink in his eye on random strangers I passed.  Yet still, even more consuming than the way he looked was the way he made me feel.  

I would often awaken in the middle of the night with a pounding heart, hot and wet from dreams of him kissing me, licking my pussy and fucking me hard.  Other days I would taste him on my lips; the salty musky flavor of man would make me conscious of an increasing surge of hormones and I would yearn to have him inside me.  Only that couldn’t be, my first love was just a memory; his life ripped away from this world, sacrificed so we could all be free, safe and American.  Thankful am I that I felt his love and thankful am I that he felt mine. 

A Pair of Fishnets

I remember the moment I fell in love with him; it hit me like a bolt of lightning, igniting a surge through my body and leaving me singed.  In that very second everything about me changed.  I was naked except for the thigh high fishnets and black stiletto’s, I had a fist full of cock in my hand and the ceiling fan was doing its best to put out the flames inside of me.  

My life literally flashed before my eyes as if I had just experienced some inescapable trauma and the only thing I could see was him.  Everything else was pointless and didn’t matter.  My job was now just a means to an end even though it had been my life’s passion and even more importantly; my body was now his.  He could have it at will and do with it as he pleased as long as he let me love him.

That surge of lightning ran though my body took over my being and ran straight through my fingertips to his hard cock.  I was desperate to satisfy his insatiable appetite for my sex and wrapped my lips around his length.  I watched him as he stared at me and I knew the exact moment when the bolt of lightning had reached his eyes.  He knew.  

I stopped and we locked our stares together, “I love you,” I said plainly and without expectation of hearing anything in reply.

He shifted his weight and took control, flipped me to my back and drove himself deep into my pussy fast and hard.  It took me by surprise but I held on as we kept our gazes together; his cool blue eyes were like melting ice in the hot summer sun.  His body erupted inside of me and he curled down on top, exhausted from the sudden change in energy. 

“I love you too,” he whispered into my ear.

I had a feeling of re-birth, completely opposite to the consuming feelings I’d had when I realized I couldn’t live without him.  I was alive again, whole and confident, still his in every way but now as a partner of love not just an admirer in love.  It was freeing and exciting, something I couldn’t read in a book or see in a movie; it was my page to write and my scene to direct straight from my heart and not the literary crossroads of someone's muddled experiences. 

I look back on it now and think how much the whole experience seemed completely out-of body but I wouldn’t change it for the world.  Of course it’s one of those moments we tend to keep to ourselves as not many people really need the steamy details of how we first expressed our love and who said it first.  On the other hand, it would make a great line in the best man’s speech if weren’t for the fact that my grandmother would know I owned a pair of thigh high fishnet sex stalking’s.

Silly Phone

I've been a little absent from here lately so my apologies for anyone that is waiting with baited breath for something sexy to read!  As for the rest of you make sure to head on over to eroticaria.com and check out my latest chapter from The Life & Lays of Penelope Sweet Ch2 pt4

And like all good marketing campaigns, don't forget to follow me on twitter @DelphineDeRicci

Back to business: I found myself sitting on the patio wearing little more that a white see through camisole and pair of lace panties.  It was unusually warm for a fall day but I'm not gonna lie, I was a tad chilly and had you walked up on me, you would have seen it.  Anyways, with a cup of coffee in hand and a blanket creeping closer and closer to my naked thighs, I began writing a book in my head.

The ideas were blowing through my brain like a crisp fall breeze and I was so lost in thought that I had to snap myself into reality.  What was I doing not writing all if this down?  I know it is one of my best concepts to date but I was torn between the comfort of my overstuffed wicker chair and getting up to retrieve my laptop.  A little quick thinking and a lot of laziness led me to pulling out my iPhone and tapping away with my thumbs the first 1000 words of my new adventure.  Needless to say, my hands are a little stiff and if this newly begun idea springs into the next best seller, I will frame my phone and hang it on a wall next to the family photos. 

Of course this may not come to pass in which case I will continue to incorporate the convenience of my phone into my daily life of writing, reading, researching, marketing and of course, getting me un-lost!