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Happy New Year!

Wishing you all a very Happy New Year! And a pretty picture to celebrate too. Taken after the ice storm we had the weekend before Christmas. Fairey Lake ice And, coming January 8 from Ellora’s Cave, Four For The Show. Spectator Sex. Intriguing. Risqué. The idea of watching other people have sex excites Tara to distraction. She hopes Joe is as eager as she to slip into voyeur mode so they can take another step in their sexual adventures. The last thing she expects is to evolve from watching ménages to being part of the show. Or for the two hot men who join her and Joe to not be able to keep their hands off each other. Inside Scoop: In addition to being with three men, our lucky heroine gets a little foreplay of the female variety.

An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave


I chewed my lip and read the tweet. Dare I?

I widened my eyes and read it again then sucked in a deep breath as I positioned the curser over the words. Before I could change my mind, I highlighted, right-clicked, saved and pasted it into an email for Joe.

Get hot and wet @desireafterdark Friday night w/#spectatorsex #sexclub #couples #singlewomen

My heart pounded and after just a nanosecond of hesitation I hit Send then laced my fingers together, clutching tightly, and rested my chin on them. How long would it take for a reply? Sure I had work to do, but right now I was dying to know what he’d say.

We were fairly new, a fresh couple who wasn’t really a couple. We’d met a few months ago and had jumped in the sack pretty much right away. Our chemistry was almost uncontrollable and the sex was great. No it was fucking unbelievable. We’d just clicked, both in and out of bed. But we were not a forever couple and had made it clear to each other right off the top. It wasn’t as if there were anything wrong with him. Joe was incredibly hot and knew all my buttons. He’d be a perfect forever partner, but I just wasn’t ready for that yet.

One thing we’d never discussed was going to a sex club. Hadn’t even talked fantasies or desires, or secret wants. Yet. Now was the perfect time to start. Holy shit. Well, this email would certainly separate the men from the boys.

Spectator sex. Now that was intriguing. I hadn’t really given it thought before, but a little twizzle of excitement made me catch my breath. It meant we could go without any self-imposed pressure of having to join into any groups. Sit in the back. Watch. Get hot, horny and wet. And fuck.

I sat up when a new message announced its arrival into my inbox with a ping. That was quick. It hadn’t taken Joe long to reply and if that were any indication, I knew exactly what his answer would be.

Clicking the message open, I smiled. Guess who’s going out to party tonight!

* * * * *

“Parking is a bitch here,” Joe said, without a hint of frustration. One of the things I liked about him—how he just goes with the flow. He wheeled the big truck through the cramped parking lot. I glanced around and couldn’t agree more.

“I bet I can squeeze this beast into that spot there. Hop out because the door will be up against that bush.”

I grabbed my purse and after a brief contemplation of bringing in our gym bag with our swimsuits, decided to leave it behind. We could always get it later. The chill of fall was in the air and struck me after being in the warm truck cab. The gravel parking lot was hell on my stiletto heels so I put my weight onto the toes and hurried out of Joe’s way. It was frigging cold and goose bumps rippled along my flesh. I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to keep my body heat close.

I was definitely still in summer mode. The micro-mini and slips of fabric covering my breasts could hardly be called suitable for this brisk night. But I knew the unwritten dress code here, having been once a long time ago with friends for a pole dance night. Less is more. Skimpy is in. Exposure is key. So, with my pussy and ass almost hanging out of the mini, and my boobs pushing the limits of the top, I was set to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

Joe had the truck squeezed in and prowled to my side. The intensity in his eyes, dark and sensual, was enough to fire off all my nerve endings into a surge of awareness. I needed his arms around me, for both the chill of the night but also for the heat that flared deep in my belly.

“You’re shivering,” he stated. Always the practical one.

“Suffering for the cause.”

“When the hell did you buy that getup anyway and where have you hidden it?” He squeezed me and leaned down, taking the lobe of my ear between his lips. Gawd, I loved it when he did that. Heat bloomed in my already excited libido. “You’ll be the hottest bitch in the place.”

I moaned when his lips moved down my neck. “Hardly. Wait ’til, ahh shit…um, you see how they dress in there.” My legs wobbled when his hand swept down my back and squeezed my ass in a tight grip. “Joe, stop.”

He turned me and pushed me up against the cab of the truck. I yelped when the cold metal shocked my heated flesh.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

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Smut, Food & Sports

The big day is Sunday. Superbowl! I’ll admit, I’m not a huge sports fan. Not sure why really, but I think it goes way back to when I was a kid and my parents used to get a babysitter that loved hockey. when they went out. She lived and breathed it. I remember being put to bed shortly after the game started and hearing her on the phone wingstalking to her friends about each and every second of the game. Ugh. Then my first boyfriend played hockey. In fact, my very first kiss was in a hockey arena. I remember it well. I guess that’s a given since I’m Canadian and hockey is our national sport, right? First kiss in a hockey arena, fair enough.

My next long term boyfriend was a hockey freak too. He would have gone far, or so he told me, but he broke his femur and that halted everything. And after I got married, yes you guessed it, every Wednesday and Saturday night was with the hockey on.

Now all these years later, after those boyfriends and a divorce you’d think I would find a guy that wasn’t a sport freak. But oh no, I did it again with Meat Man. He is very sporty, and has a body to match so I’m happy 🙂

CloseContact_ss6213_300I admit that maybe it isn’t so bad sometimes. I try to understand football, really I do. But, damn, why is there so many different rules! Don’t get me wrong, I do like to be active, just in a different way. Now, now, get your head out of the gutter or from under the sheets. That activity aside, I love to ride…horses, camp, swim, canoe, hike and golf. You should check out my sports anthology release Close Contact. Trust me, golf, fencing and tennis can be very sexy indeed.

I do like to go to live games and have been to a few. Hockey at the Air Canada Centre, in some kick-ass awesome seats right behind the net and a fancy schmancy box with a fun crowd. I’ve also been to the Rogers Centre for a few football games.

Strangely, and I think this goes back to the babysitter, food plays a big part with sports. We always had potato chips when hockey was on and I still want to pair the two today. And that brings us around to Superbowl Sunday. Are you doing anything special? We don’t have plans yet but I’m already thinking hot wings and beer. Or chips, or sliders, or anything that isn’t good for me.

I’m a foodie, as if you couldn’t  tell, and I’d love to know what your favourite Superbowl Snack is. Tell me, and if you want to share a recipe, I’d love to have it.

My kids, now 22 & 24, love this dip and have called it my Famous Dip forever. How they got that name I’ll never know. It’s dead easy.

3/4 cup sour cream

1/4 cup mayoplusone_msr(1)

1/2 tsp dill – or to suit your taste

Dash garlic & onion powder.

Mix it all up and chill. Serve with anything you feel like dipping into it. Basically it’s a 3 to 1 ratio and you can make as much or as little as you want.

Now since this is a smut blog, we need dash of that too, don’t we. My recent release with Ellora’s Cave is Plus One, a smexy menage where a whole lot of activity is going on in an upscale sex club.


A girls’ night out for a pole dance workshop at her friend’s upscale sex club takes a wild turn for normally timid Karen. She knew what to expect, but not how far she’d be willing to go.

Rob comes to Desire After Dark as a plus one. His only expectation is visual stimulation, not participation. But that soon changes when he spots the buttoned-up-to-there beauty hanging around on the sidelines.

Thrown together, Karen and Rob find the sexual heat between them undeniable. Surrounded by twosomes and moresomes, they step on an unexpected and steamy path. But when another joins in, they have a plus one of their own.


“And this is our dungeon,” Wendy told her and Jill, pride touching her voice.

Karen’s heart raced a little faster when she noticed the bowls of condoms on the end tables. Evidence that she really was in a sex club. The old Victorian mansion had been beautifully renovated, preserving much of the architecture with antique mirrors gracing the walls. The dungeon was on the second floor, along with the coed locker room. She lagged behind Jill as they followed Wendy up the last flight of stairs to the third level. Where most of the play happened.

At the landing, Wendy pointed out a window. The pool was below, glowing a lovely blue in the night. It was empty but the night was still early. The sounds of moans came from a room behind them. Curious, Karen turned and shock made her nearly stumble on her sensible black pumps.

A woman in a pink room was getting oral. Karen followed the other ladies toward the open door and couldn’t look away. Wendy carried on explaining all the rooms around them as if there were nothing peculiar about the couple having sex in plain view. But then again, she supposed it wasn’t unusual considering where she was.

When the guy chowing down on the chick’s pussy glanced up and made eye contact with Karen, she quickly looked away. But not before she saw the smile on his cheeks.

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