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Flashback: Two Hot — What’s so hot about ménage? (Contest)
Saturday, May 2nd, 2015

UPDATE: The winner of the free download is…Kristie!

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Ménage can be kind of irresistible. To write or read. Why settle for one hot lover when you can have two or more? I enjoy the challenge of writing it—figuring out how to describe all those moving parts, trying to make the scene move quickly, and still let the reader know who’s saying/touching what. And I’ll admit it. When I’m writing it, I’m that character, closing my eyes and imagining every kiss.

I’ve written a few. 🙂 The book coming May 12th, Under a Blood Moon, features a foursome (a witch, two mermen and a sea draugr). To tide you over until then, take a peek inside Two Hot!

Comment for a chance to win Two Hot or one of the short stories on this carousel!

Do you like ménage stories? If so, what flavor of ménage do you prefer
— m/m/f, m/f/m, f/m/f, f/f/m? More mm’s?

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Afraid to spoil their friendship, Emily had been reluctant to act on her attraction to the two sexy men next door. However, when she’s caught spying on them, the men decide a little punishment is in order…

Beads of condensation, glittering jewel-like in the sputtering candlelight, ran in rivulets down the sides of Jason’s ice-cold beer.

Detail I shouldn’t have been able to note, given the fact I was thirty feet away.

As I lowered my nephew’s toy binoculars, I reflected that I had indeed sunk to a new low. You see, my bedroom window conveniently overlooked Jason and Robert’s backyard. A fact that probably never registered with the previous tenants, but one that proved too delicious to ignore after the arrival of the handsome duo. Privacy fencing, which ran down to the pier that jutted into the lake, separated the row of houses where we lived. It was high enough the neighbors on either side of ours couldn’t see into their yard, but lucky me—I had the perfect view.

Upon discovering this, I had began a furtive surveillance. One that had me cringing in embarrassment each time I greeted them in passing and feeling even more ashamed when we struck up a friendship.

We’d shared meals, drinks, late afternoon swims, watched football games together on their wide-screen TV. And still, I peeked into their backyard, waiting for those moments when they popped outside to mow the lawn or catch a few summer rays. Their bodies gleamed with sweat while raw lust warred inside me, along with the fear that I’d mess up our relationship if I let the guys know how I really felt.

My convenient perch on the windowsill afforded me a window into their private lives, and from the very beginning, I was hooked. They’d become an obsession, one frustrated by the fact they treated me like a kid sister, rather than a woman one of them might desire.

And therein lay another problem. I’d resisted the urge to seek a deeper relationship because then I’d have to choose. My libido was completely fickle, lusting after Jason’s muscled physique, then sighing over the possibilities of what Robert’s tall, bony frame and large feet hinted at. That their personalities were perfect bookends, fierce and funny, confused my heart as well.

Lucky, lucky me. I licked the sweat gathering on my upper lip while this night one of the handsome men living next door tilted his bottle and took several long sips. The look of pure bliss that softened his otherwise stern features made my chest ache.

I watched the movement of Jason’s throat as he worked it down, imagining him sipping at my overheated flesh. My skin began to tingle. My nipples beaded, crowding uncomfortably against my lace bra. My thighs clenched as a delicious wash of arousal seeped to wet the crotch of my plain panties.

The sigh he emitted as he set the bottle on the table was echoed by my own painful groan. Watching either of them had never caused my heart to skip a beat like that hint of a moan sliding on the tail of Jason’s long exhalation.

Sure, it was hotter than hell out there. I too felt the effects of the enervating heat. Record temperatures had strained the region’s resources and planned service interruptions began that night. But something about that sigh felt…un-subtle, exaggerated, maybe even dramatic. And Jason was too straightforward a man for that.

I blotted sweat from my forehead, asking myself again, What am I doing?

Only this time, my peeping hadn’t been deliberate. I’d rushed home from work and showered quickly to beat the scheduled brown-out. Then I’d stripped to my underwear, pulled back the curtains, and opened the window, hoping for a breeze to cool my skin. Sitting limply on the sill, I waited for the world to flicker into life again.

That’s when I’d noticed him, sitting in a lounge chair alone in the dark.

He wore his usual work “uniform”—khaki trousers, white shirt and a tie. Tonight, the tie hung loosened and askew, his collar opened beneath it.

Despite the lack of electricity, I could see it all. Moonlight silvered his dark hair and reflected bright as a beacon against the white shirt. The golden light from the large Citronella candle leant warmth to his skin and the amber bottle he held between his hands.

As always, he was lovely to watch, but tonight, his expression drew my attention more than his breath-stealing features. A sullen slanting of his brows, a bit of pout plumping his masculine lips, an edgy energy to his slight movements—he was either irritated or aroused.

Wanting an answer to the “either-or,” I watched. My forte is observation; my people-radar exquisitely tuned to body language and a voice’s tonal cues. My curiosity and my lust were caught. No way could I back away from my window now.

The bottle tapped the table as he set it aside. A long-fingered hand tugged the knot of his tie, dragging it from his neck.

When he began to undo the row of buttons down the front of his shirt, I settled deeper on the sill, leaning closer, but taking care to keep my pale body hidden behind the sheer curtain.

The edges of the shirt parted over a broad, nicely muscled chest. My gaze zeroed in on taut lean abs dusted with dense fur the same color as his close-cropped black hair that stretched nipple to nipple then ran along a thin dark line to slip beneath his zipper.

His hand stroked his chest, scratching through the hair, the faint crinkling sound causing my own chest to tighten, my nipples to surge.

A light sheen of sweat glimmered on his chest and belly. Again, my tongue swept my lips, tasting salt, and I imagined I lapped the dew right off his skin.

When a lazily roaming hand slid over his belly, I tensed, fascinated as he swept the flat plane. Would he be hard or desk-soft? His stomach looked firm. So, I enjoyed fantasizing that he was and touched my own stomach, following his path.

His hand slid down to the knot bulging behind his fly, and he cupped it. Squeezed.

My own hands itched to replace his and grew still, clenching against the fantasy of holding his burgeoning cock as it roused. My cheeks heated and my breaths shortened. No need to tease my own body into arousal, moisture already soaked my panties.

The buckle clanked open, and the belt slid sinuously from the loops as he lifted his hips and pulled it free. A flick of his thumb and the button at the waistband of his trousers opened. His zipper rasped as it slid down.

Dark fabric formed a vee-like shadow as his hand rooted beneath his waist, and then he slipped the long, gleaming column of his semi-aroused sex from the flap at the front of his boxers and wrapped his fingers around it.

I swallowed the liquid pooling in my mouth. I blinked to moisten eyes that had grown dry and scratchy as I stared, wide-eyed. My breaths grew ragged, a little choked, and I must have made a noise, because suddenly his head swung my way.

His gaze narrowed on my bedroom window.

Holding my breath, I froze, hoping his gaze couldn’t penetrate the darkness.

But a crooked smile slowly stretched his lips, and his hand tightened around himself and began to pump up and down the thickening rod. All the while, he stared at me.

Jason knew I watched but didn’t seem to mind. I let out a deep, trembling breath and continued to stare, my own body heating, growing increasingly aroused in tandem with his hardening cock.

His head turned away, and his hand dropped from his engorged cock. It fell against his belly with a soft, muffled thud. Heavy, hot, thick—I knew its girth would stretch my mouth.

Another sound intruded. The chime of my doorbell. I bit back a curse and drew away from the window, slung on my robe, then headed downstairs to the front door.

Robert stood on the stoop, a lazy grin on his face, a sweep of lank blonde hair covering one eye and two beers dangling from his fingers. He was shirtless. Low-riding, blue knee-length shorts encased slender hips and revealed long legs. His large feet were bare. “Thought you might like to join us.”

15 comments to “Flashback: Two Hot — What’s so hot about ménage? (Contest)”

  1. Linda
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 8:04 am · Link

    I have never done it but I love a well-written M/F/M! For some reason I have never liked a F/F or a F/M/F but don’t mind reading M/M. Oh Well, that’s just me I guess!



  2. Donna A
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 8:10 am · Link

    This sounds like my type. I love when the guys aren’t afraid to touch. I prefer the sex to be part of the story not the whole story. The hotter the better.



  3. Kristie
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 8:44 am · Link

    Whats so hot about menage? The men, the women, the sex, the stories.
    Something out of the ordinary that gets the juices running and the imagination running wild.
    Certainly something i want to try after reading about it! 😈 😈



  4. Kristie
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 8:45 am · Link

    Oh and MMF is soooooooooooooo HOT!



  5. Angel Shaw
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 10:48 am · Link

    Oh yeah I love ménage stories I’m reading a series now and I have to say m/f/m is my favorite kind



  6. Laura
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 10:52 am · Link

    Hot, hot, hot. M/F/M – I don’t know if I can actually pinpoint why it is so hot. Maybe it’s your writing, as I have never tried it myself. When the men are so intent on pleasing the woman and it’s all about her – YowzaQ



  7. Ginger Robertson
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 12:30 pm · Link

    Happy Saturday Delilah

    For me when reading ménages I enjoy m/f/m. If there are one or two more men, I’m fine with that.

    As noted by another I don’t care to read f/m/f, m/m or f/f. That just doesn’t crank my tractor.

    I hope you enjoy your weekend.
    G



  8. Elaine Swinney
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 12:53 pm · Link

    I also like ménage stories…..I like M/F/M but I have read a couple of M/M/F that were good, not something I read regularly. What makes the M/F/M so hot is the men are both trying to please the woman. She is the center of their attention!!!! 🙂



  9. Laura
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 1:47 pm · Link

    Menage is my preferred read. I love it in any combination.



  10. pookietoes
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 4:46 pm · Link

    I love a m/m/m menage but, if you have two guys who want a female to complete their triad that works as well!



  11. Daun Ann Korty
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 5:35 pm · Link

    I love ménages, I prefer m/f/m or m/m/f. I could never get into the f/m/f or f/f/m. I would love to read Two Hot. 😛



  12. ButtonsMom2003
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 8:57 pm · Link

    I love menage – MMF is my favorite but I also enjoy MFM and MMM. Not crazy about FFM or FMF but I would read it if you wrote it. 🙂 Two Hot sounds great.



  13. Tammy S.
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    · May 2nd, 2015 at 10:46 pm · Link

    Can’t wait to read Under A Blood Moon. 😉



  14. Pat Freely
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    · May 3rd, 2015 at 10:25 am · Link

    Preordered, like all menage



  15. Delilah
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    · May 6th, 2015 at 7:19 am · Link

    The winner of the free download is…Kristie! Congrats, and I’ll be in touch shortly to arrange delivery of your prize!



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