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Sheri Fredricks: Have Yourself a Sexy Little Christmas
Wednesday, December 23rd, 2015

Ho, ho, ho! Let the sexy flow!

Christmas presents are fun to open, and more so when you’re the giver. Oh sure, there might be children who are flipping out from excessive hot chocolate and gift-wrap overload, but a secret gift shared between lovers can bring the house lights down.

My most recent release is an erotic twisted fairytale based on the story of The Frog and the Princess. As with the original tale, it’ll take a special person to set them free from their secrets.

It’s give and take, and a whole lot of consensual heat…

Here’s a few gift ideas for those on your naughty list:

Holiday-themed Condoms: Old St. Nick has a variety of fun with whimsical fun packs. Makes a great stocking stuffer.

sfCandy PaddleKinky Kris Kringle: There’s more than just toys in Santa’s velvet bag! Watch your lover’s eyes as you pull out a patent leather paddle with matching whip.

Ring-a-ding: Don’t wait for him to give you a ring, buy one for him instead. Created specifically for hands-free fun, have him slip-on this stimulating cock ring and you’ll both reap the rewards of your gift.

Sexy Santa and Elf Costumes: You’re never too old to sit on Santa’s lap. Time to bypass the school-girl ensemble — pick-up a sexy costume for him…and a naughty outfit for you!

Erotic Bedtime Stories: Forget about Rudolph and other childish fables. Spike your eggnog and read to your sweetie a little Christmas erotica. May I suggest (ahem) my book CONTINUUM? I guarantee nobody will fall asleep.

YOU!: Forgive me for stating the obvious, but what person wouldn’t fantasize about their lover all wrapped up in a sexy red bow? Meet your partner at the door on Christmas Eve wearing a pair of heels and a Santa hat. You’ll give the best gift imaginable!

What’s the sexiest holiday present you’ve ever given? And would you read aloud a sexy bedtime story?

About Sheri:

Always on the hunt for the uncommon things in life, award-winning author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures in her mythological kingdom series, contemporary stories, and soon-to-be-released western time-travels.

A former engineering secretary, she lives on California’s beautiful central coast. “I wanted to move away from a profession of inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries.” A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories of her own. “Ultimately,” she says, “my husband encouraged me to write them all down.”

Winner of the Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award, and a multiple Finalist for InD’Tale Magazine’s Reward Of Novel Excellence (RONE) award, she has numerous five-star reviews everywhere eBooks are sold.

Sheri loves to connect with readers and spend time at home. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.

About CONTINUUM

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Privilege came at a price for the voluptuous Princess Evianna. Life as a royal was a lonely existence for the girl who grew up forbidden to interact with villagers. Relief from solitude and sexual frustration came in the form of fantasies she’d spun about an unknown prince who would rescue her from a daily requirement of AA batteries and her erotic imagination.

Cursed by a spiteful witch to remain in the form of a frog, Tad spent the past fifty-five years banished to a brook and dodging hungry predators. Resigned to live out the remainder of his amphibious life in a cold-blooded existence, he’s surprised when the visiting princess understands his croaked words.

Evianna needs the frog and his sexy voice to fulfill her sexual desires. The frog needs the princess to break the evil curse.

What could possibly go wrong?

Excerpt:

Though he wasn’t a real man, Evianna couldn’t believe the upswing of her good fortune. With his wicked ideas for sexual games, perhaps he’d be her constant companion for life.

Instead of imagining a voice inside her head that set her blood to boil, she’d have the real deal.

Rough, edgy, deep.

The frog’s tone, so much like that of a man’s, sent a cascade of shivers to strum her body’s innermost regions when he spoke.

He seemed to enjoy dominating her, and she could get off as being a submissive. A win-win for them both.

“Take off your dress, and do it slowly.” The frog croaked his first request. “Your underwear, too.”

This was one naughty frog, and a thrill shot through her. The way her heart took off in a rapid hammering gait told that good times were ahead.

Reaching behind her back to grasp the dress’s string, she pulled to untie the bow.

His bulbous green eyes rarely blinked as he watched.

Based on sketches she’d seen of her mother, she’d inherited the monarch’s curvy figure. Did the frog really find her voluptuous body attractive? Why the question was important to her, she didn’t know. She gathered the bottom hem in her hands and pulled the soft garment over her head, shaking her hair free. Holding the dress away from her side by a trio of fingers, she dropped the fabric and it fluttered into a colorful heap on the old stone floor.

“I’m a bad girl.” She stuck the tip of her finger into her mouth to suck while her shoulders twisted slowly back and forth. “I didn’t wear any panties today.”

“So, I noticed.” The frog’s little arm came up and he swiped accumulated moisture from the back of his head. She even thought his frog lips curved into a smile. He coughed to clear his croaker. “Now lie down beside me on the bed.”

Soft as silk and plump with the stuffing of goose down, the mattress dipped as she slid onto the velvet comforter and settled herself. She was careful not to touch his cold-blooded body.

The surprise of finding him at not only her home, but also the distance in which he’d hopped in order to get there, reopened the heavy doors to her self-inflicted guilt. The frog had been nothing but royally nice to her, and she’d rewarded his kindness by being a raving bitch.

In other words, she’d acted like a typical princess.

Couldn’t blame that on the blackberry brandy.

Evianna turned her head to face him, wanting to apologize and assuage her shame.

He showed he was faster and croaked first. “Close your eyes, Princess. Think of me as the prince in your fantasies, running my hands along the insides of your thighs.”

Oh, that voice!

Just like the first sip of brandy, the warmth tantalized her mind before drifting down to hover between the mounds of her swelling breasts. From that point gravity took over, leading the warmth in a descending spiral…and her body had no compunction to sideline a direct path to the inevitable.

Directions the decadent frog gave weren’t hard to follow. Her eager hands stroked a slow path upward that started at her knees.

“Think of the way it might feel to have my beard stubble scratch the soft skin of your belly when I kiss you there.”

She used the fingernails of her left hand to scrape her stomach and imagined it as his rough cheek. “Mmm, that feels good.” Tighter and tighter her nipples squeezed, until the rosy points almost hurt.

“I’m going to nibble my way lower now, down to your pussy. And then I’ll suck your delicious clit.”

While her core muscles squeezed at his raw words, her legs spread wider. Evianna concentrated on the erotic picture the horny toad uploaded to her brain. She magnified the imagery. He’d be so good with his lips, teeth, and tongue that she’d throw her head back and moan when he ate her out—and she did just that.

“Oh…,” she panted.

“That’s right, Princess. Think of my hands running over your luscious body.”

Without forethought or shame, her hands reached and massaged her breasts. She played with her nipples as she thought of her prince, twisting one and then the other until she moaned some more.

“How wet are you?” he asked, his croak growing rough. “Touch yourself and find out.”

This was much better than any date-night fantasy she’d had with her vibrator. Her right hand squeezed her breast before trailing across her abdomen. She skimmed past the notch of her bellybutton and over the bump of her pubic bone to dip two fingers inside.

Wet again, and growing wetter. Oh, how she wanted to plunge inside and ease the tightness that grew with every word he spoke. A few deep thrusts couldn’t be helped.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Princess?” The frog sounded out of breath, but it was likely her imagination. “I want you to bend one of your legs and let it drop to the side. Open for me, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

Turned on by his deep hypnotic voice and clear of rational thought, she slid the heel of her foot closer to her ass. The pounding of her heart seemed as erratic as the sudden need for air. In a bid to obey, Evianna did as directed. She dropped her knee sideways to the bed, and it felt delectably sizzling.

Opened to his hungry eyes, aroused beyond belief, she didn’t mind when his cold little body climbed her other leg and landed with a ribbett between her spread thighs.

An image of a hardened cock bloomed in her mind, and savage need arose. She pressed her trembling fingers to her aching, wet center.

“Go ahead, Princess Evianna. Pleasure yourself.”

Less than a command and more of a need, she slowly massaged her pussy back and forth. Her free hand continued to play with her nipples, squeezing and pulling, while her mind drifted in the impassioned current painted by the tempestuous frog.

In her mind, his was the voice of the prince of her dreams.

And Evianna let the sensations of the fantasy carry her away.

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 Thank you to Delilah for having me stop by. Muah!

XO,

Sheri

3 comments to “Sheri Fredricks: Have Yourself a Sexy Little Christmas”

  1. Sheri Fredricks
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      · December 23rd, 2015 at 1:12 pm · Link

    Thank you for having me on your blog today, Delilah. Have a very Merry Christmas and wonderful New Year!



  2. Jenna Jaxon
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      · December 23rd, 2015 at 11:41 pm · Link

    Sexy Christmas indeed! You’ve got some spice for the naughty and nice, Ms. Sheri! Sounds like a ribbiting story. 🙂 It’s going on the naughty side of my Christmas list. Have a Merry Christmas!



  3. Melissa Keir
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      · December 24th, 2015 at 10:23 am · Link

    If Santa were a little younger…. I worry about the poor man’s heart! Have a Merry Christmas Sherri! Until I see Saint Nick…I’ll keep practicing on my hubby!