Monday, 14 September 2015

Blue Monday: Ashen White guests

Every Monday I post a wicked excerpt for your entertainment!

This week's guest is
Ashen White, with an excerpt from her book Queen of Storms, the first in the Tales from the Tarot of the Acolyte series.

Having the luck of the Irish, Gerry O'Keith has a beautiful fiancé, a high-paying job, a secluded lakeside summer cottage, and a big, black Harley. He also has a keen interest in fine art, and strange, arcane artefacts like Tarot cards. On a trip to the lake, he picks up a unique deck of Tarot cards from a strange, old gypsy - and very quickly learns there's more to Tarot than meets the eye!

Without warning, he put his arm out and grabbed her by the back of her head, then pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth.  She responded immediately, her lips parting to give his rampant tongue access to hers, the heat of her lips melding with his.  On and on they kissed, their bodies closing the space between them until they were wrapped together, his hands caressing the dewy smoothness of her silken skin, squeezing the exquisite firmness of her bottom, pushing her vulva against the straining mound of inflamed man-flesh still entrapped within his shorts.  His nose inhaled the growing sweet scents of her arousal, filling his lungs with their passionate message, and his mind exploded with visions of wild, storm-wracked forests and tall-grassed meadows freshened with warm summer rains, through which he and Sín ran, naked, making love.

Breaking their embrace, he swept his arm around her legs and lifted her off her feet, then carried her through to the bedroom at the back of the cottage.  Throwing her down roughly on the unmade bed, he literally tore off the clothes he was wearing, then clambered up beside her, his mouth retaking possession of hers, as his hands sought the firmness of her waiting breasts.  Mercilessly he squeezed and tugged at her nipples, feeling them heat up and harden as she writhed beneath his touch.

Nibbling her lip, he broke their kiss, his mouth gently caressing the skin of her neck, as he worked his way down to gorge himself on her breasts – alternating with mouth and hand between them, tasting again the subtle flavour of her skin’s secretions, feeling her body squirm and gyrate, as her essences filled his mind with a powerful, insistent longing.

Outside the cottage, some way in the distance, the rumble of thunder made its way towards them, but Gerry was too engrossed in his passions to pay any attention to the sudden change in the weather.  Sín moaned beneath him, her body pulsating and trembling with pleasure, as her master, slowly, oh, so slowly, ate his way lovingly down to the heart of her sex.  He’d paused at her navel, to dip his tongue in there, and nipped and licked at her sinuous abs, and now he was poised, with her yoni in vision, to sample and savour the full sweetness within.  She watched him through eyes almost closed with arousal, as he took in the beautiful sight of her wanting, waiting cunt.

He took hold of her thighs just behind her knees, and lifted and pushed them up and apart, exposing and expanding the delightful flower within.  Her pale outer labia spread gently open, showing the dusky pink inner lips of her yoni, glistening now with the juices of arousal, warmly inviting his tongue to taste her.  At their apex, the hard, reddened nub of her clitoris seemed to glow with the enticing heat of her fire, luring the watering mouth of her master down to eat.  Gerry watched, entranced, as a small drop of fluid escaped from her cunt and ran down and over the pretty pink pucker of her anus, the lump in his throat making it almost impossible for him to swallow.

Slowly he lowered his head down to inhale a lungful of Sín’s sweet aromas, then his tongue delved between her succulent lips, stroking across the dark entrance of her cunt and running over her sensitive, juice-laden skin, soaking up her delicious, tangy secretions. Carefully he sucked one of her labia into his mouth, then tugged it with his teeth, causing her to gasp and shudder as ripples of ecstasy ran through her.  Then he covered her hot, red clitoris with his lips and sucked it hard, releasing a deep growl from the depths of her lungs.

“Is that good for you, dear?” he asked, looking up between her thighs at her rolling head.

“Oh, yes, master,” she moaned again, as Gerry continued to suck and nip her clit, her juices running over his chin, too copious now for his mouth to consume.  Gently he tickled the wet sphincter of her anus with the tip of his finger, then, dropping his tongue to delve deep into her sex, he simultaneously slid his finger deep into her ass, causing her to buck on the bed, mashing her vulva into his face, as she shrieked his name.  Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, as the Queen of Storms hit an orgasmic peak, but Gerry was so engrossed in his sexual prowess, he barely registered the storm at all.  As the thunder rumbled away, and Sín lay trembling on the bed, he sat back on his haunches and let her legs stretch out.  Licking her juices from around his mouth, he looked at the emotions crossing her face, her eyes closed as she enjoyed her afterglow.  He took in the darkening pinkness of her hardened nipples, and the contours of her abs as they rippled with aftershocks, each of which was accompanied by a rumble of thunder somewhere in the distance.

“Are you enjoying the view, master?”  Sín’s voice, husky with arousal, drew his attention from her body to her face.  Her blue eyes twinkled, and her lips smiled at him, drawing him closer.  Sitting up, she put out her arm and stroked his face, bringing him to her so she could kiss him, savouring the flavour of her sex on his lips.

Gerry climbed up and across the bed, laying her down again, and then lying beside her, their arms enclosing each other.  As they kissed, her hand drifted down to his manhood, swollen and hard and seeking attention.  Gently she coddled his balls, squeezing them, milking them, feeding their contents into his body, where he could feel the insistence of oncoming orgasm building.  Pushing him onto his back, she straddled him carefully, positioning herself just above his throbbing, waiting cock.

Queen of Storms at Amazon US : Amazon UK

Amazon Best Selling Author Ashen White writes the kind of stories you love to get lost in. Rich in detail, she believes in making her readers not just read her stories, but wants them to become part of the action, the passion, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes!  Whether writing horror, erotica, romance, poetry or drama, she loves weaving tales that pull her readers into the worlds she creates, where they are not merely outsiders looking in - but where they become involved in the lives of her characters and the interesting things they get up to!

Born in the north-east of England, Ashen has spent her time learning as much as possible about ancient and modern mythology and legend, delving deep into epic fantasy and horror, and studying the arcane and the occult, so she can bring all of these elements into the stories she writes.

Ashen writes the kind of stories she loves to read, and works constantly and consistently at producing the best quality stories she can!

Ashen lives on the edge of Toronto, with her two partners and their three cats.

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Ashen White said...

Looks awesome, Janine! Thanks for having me on your blog! <3

Ashen xxx

Janine Ashbless said...

My pleasure, Ashen :-)