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Tuesday 31 July 2012

Chocolate Girls




This story was inspired by a comment from Rosanna Leo on Facebook regarding how she eats her Nutella . This is dedicated to you Rosanna.

Evelyn sighed. She had just returned from the grocery store and was contemplating the innumerable household chores that awaited her.  Why couldn’t house-hold chores either do themselves Harry-Potter style or, more usefully, stay done?

She delved into her bag and was soon busying herself with stacking tins, jars and packets as well as placing the perishables in the fridge.

The last thing she unpacked was the large jar of chocolate hazelnut spread she had bought owing to it being on special offer. She did not usually indulge in such extravagance.

Evelyn held the jar in her hands and turned it over several times feeling the glass contours rub over the soft flesh of her palms. She was aware of her hard pink nipples straining against her tight sports bra.  It was too long since she had had any fun of a sexual nature either on her own with a man or woman. Evelyn did not mind admitting that her body would respond well to a woman’s touch as well as a man’s if the chance presented itself.  The bed linen needed changing but Evelyn found laundering bed linen boring; especially when it lacked wet spots and dried spunk. A smile spread slowly across her face as she imagined loading chocolate stained sheets into the washer.  The stains may be harder to shift but at least she would wash them knowing she had enjoyed getting them in such a state.  

The housework could wait.

Evelyn carried the jar of chocolate spread to her bedroom. She slowly undressed and inspected her naked reflection in the mirror. She liked what she saw; pert firm tits with hard nipples, long supple legs, curved hips and shaved cunt. Her hair was shaved into a Brazilian.  She realised that she was highly aroused.  Evelyn slipped two fingers into her cunt opening and prised her clit from its hiding place. She began to press it with her middle finger while two other fingers pumped hard in and out of her cunt as she thrust against them. A delicious stream of juice gushed over her fingers which she withdrew to her mouth and licked sensuously.

She lay on her bed, covers thrown back as it was a hot day. She continued pleasuring her wet cunt; thrusting hard against her fingers as they pumped in and out of her tight wet space. Evelyn was soon bucking and moaning rubbing harder and harder as orgasms tore through her slender body.

She unscrewed the jar dipping her fingers into the soft chocolate spread. She began to smear it on her hard tits rubbing it well into her erect nipples.  She licked her chocolate-covered fingers moaning softly at the exquisitely velvet taste of the chocolate.   She then began to masturbate her cunt with chocolaty fingers. She moaned at the soft feel of the chocolate as she worked her swollen clit with the chocolate.  She smeared it all between her legs alternating between her cunt and tits with the delicious chocolate.

She was so carried away with smearing chocolate over herself that she did not realise that her best friend, Maria had let herself in and was standing in the doorway watching Evelyn pleasure herself.

Maria’s tits were erect as she watched. She had long dreamt of pleasuring Evelyn’s lithe luscious body.

Evelyn  came to another orgasm as her body shuddered. She was suddenly aware of Maria standing there with her mouth wide-open. She had always had fantasies about fucking Maria too.

“Get your clothes off.” Evelyn said. “I need your help.”

Maria did not need telling twice.

In seconds she was joining Evelyn in bed.

Maria began pleasuring Evelyn’s tits, her tongue swirling round the chocolate nipples while her fingers began milking Evelyn’s clit furiously.  Evelyn felt orgasms tearing through her body again and she screamed

“Oh my god. Oh God. That is so damned good.”

Maria began covering Evelyn in chocolate spread and Evelyn followed suit as they began licking sucking and caressing in an attempt to maximise on the rich velvet chocolate and its sensation against their sweat soaked bare skin.

Evelyn lay on top of Maria and they began rolling around on the bed smearing chocolate everywhere.

Maria smeared spread over Evelyn’s buttocks and down her crack before pleasuring her arse with her eager mouth biting softly into Evelyn’s buttocks as her tongue swept down probing the crack between her buttocks.  Evelyn moaned and bucked violently against the sensation of having chocolate removed from her pert arse.

Maria ferreted around in the drawer under the bed where Evelyn kept a whip, twelve inch vibrating dildo and a strap on.

She selected a strap on and next thing she was astride Evelyn’s back thrusting a chocolate coated strap on in and out of Evelyn’s arse. It met initial resistance but slicked by chocolate as well as Evelyn’s love juices it soon slid in and Maria rode her hard, groping Evelyn’s tits with chocolate covered hands. Evelyn shuddered as the strap on mercilessly pounded her tight arse.

Pretty soon the enormous jar of chocolate hazelnut spread was empty and both girls were soaping each other in the shower to remove every last trace both knowing that the trace of pleasure in their memories would not be so easily removed.

Wet Heat - cover design required


Since Facebook have decided I need my permission to share my own posts I have decided to make an appeal here. Perhaps when they sack their acne-ridden sad little schoolboy interns who could not find a woman’s clit in the dark with both hands and an A-Z we might be able to share our own stuff.

I have started to write Wet Heat, my second explicitly erotic novella and I need a cover design.

I can’t afford to pay mega-bucks and with the added problem of having to be ultra careful about images we use I wondered if there was anyone out there prepared to design something for me in return for a credit in the book and free promotion of their own book or an erotic book of their choice in the back.

The story outline of Wet Heat is as follows just to give you some idea.

Helen Jacobs is recently divorced and determined to keep men off her agenda for the foreseeable future.



A friend pays for Helen to take a spa break in the English countryside. Helen is reluctant despite all the promises of casual no strings encounters



But Helen is sexually frustrated since her cheating rat ex husband decided he preferred to pleasure his secretary. She realises she is craving attention.



In the spa steam room Helen finds herself exposed to all manner of pleasures but will she finally be able to indulge in her own private girl on girl and bondage fantasies.



Join Helen on her journey to discover the darker side of sexual desire.


If you think You can help please PM me on Facebook (assuming I don’t get suspended and end up in FB jail)

Competition Details

Due to the complete lack of entries in the One for the Guys competition to win a personally signed paperback copy of Playing With Fire I have extended the closing date until 14th August 2012.

You can buy Playing with Fire in paperback Here

The closing point for the next erotic novella is fast looming but it looks very much like Wet Heat is the winner. The poll will close shortly but you can still vote at this point in time.

Friday 27 July 2012

Playing with Fire links



Playing With Fire is now available as an Amazon Kindle download as well as a paperback from Lulu.com


You can also get a Playing with Fire Kindlegraph Here

Enjoy!



One for the guys.



This is one for the guys or any girls out there with girl on girl fantasies.


For a chance to win a copy of my novella Playing With Fire all you need to do is write a short paragraph or two sexual fantasy based on the picture above. The female in the fantasy must be Evelyn Lillith ie moi.


Make it hot as you like. The one that makes me wettest by the closing date of 1 August will win a copy of the book. 

However I have to point out my personal sexual taboos. Stories involving necrophilia, golden showers, defecation, bestiality or paedophilia are not acceptable.

Email your entries to Email me

Only email entries will be accepted.  Put Playing with fire - win in the subject line.

Good Luck


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Wednesday 25 July 2012

Master of my Dreams




Just a short fantasy piece to keep you company if you're alone tonight. Regrettably I have never had a dream like this one but I live and sleep in hope.


I lie in bed. It is a hot night and although the windows are all open I am hot and sweaty. I am trying to remember the last decent fuck I had and it makes me horny

My fingers slide between my legs as I prise my clit free from its labial hiding place. It is hard and pink; swollen with lustful desires. I close my eyes as I thrust my fingers in and out of my moist cunt my thumb pressing my clit. I begin to writhe about as I rub slowly while working my fingers in and out of my space.

I fantasise. I do that a lot, Sometimes it’s more fun than reality. I suck my fingers slowly wishing someone would come in and catch me. Being caught masturbating is a lifelong fantasy of mine but alas one I have never realised.

I find myself wishing I was handcuffed to a rail with a big strong man cracking a whip across my back and buttocks whilst he tells me what a dirty little slut I am and how whores need to be brought in line with their master’s demands. He made me beg him for as whipping beforehand and I was almost ready to explode as my cunt was so wet.

“Please my Lord.” I begged. “I am a dirty horny little slut who needs to be punished. I need to feel your displeasure across my back; in fact I crave it. Whip me good and hard my lord. I am creaming for it.”

The leather strap in his hand rained hard stinging blows across my back and buttocks for what seemed like an age and I begged him constantly to whip me harder. He always complied.



He is a tall man about six feet with well defined pectoral muscles and s dark greying hair. His tanned body gleams with sweat and I am aware of cum glistening on the end of his eleven inch erection and I think he will thrust that between my legs and ride me if I play my cards right. MY back smarts with the whipping but i feel the cum flood out of my cunt nonetheless. My tits ache and they are hard and my nipples are swollen. I am proud of my tits. They are not huge but they are 100% natural not a bit of silicone enhances their pertness. My nipples stand erect and ache to feel his mouth close around them sucking hard while his fingers slip between my legs and caress me roughly to orgasm.

He puts the whip down and I feel him thrust into me from behind without warning. He meets some resistance but luckily my cunt is so wet with juices that soon it devours him greedily and acclimatises to his hard thrusting rhythm.  His hands grope my tits tweaking the nipples as he caresses them; kneading hard with his rough hands.

“Fuck me harder my lord. It is too long since I had a decent fuck and I am creaming for it.”

“I can tell.” He sneers. “I am going to fuck you until you’re so sore you won’t let a man near you for a week and when you do it will be me. I will possess you slut and don’t think I can’t.”

He leans against my back which is covered with bruises and red welts for he did flog me for an hour straight and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed every flick against my skin, every stinging blow to my buttocks was like having two of his sausage like fingers milking my clit.

I find myself asleep and know that when I wake up I will be alone but my fantasy master kept me company for a while and tonight I will see him again but only in my hottest wettest dreams.



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Tuesday 24 July 2012

Help needed!




I have a few ideas kicking around for my next erotic novella but I am undecided as to which to pursue first. Perhaps you could help by reading the following story ideas and voting for the one you like best. The one with the most votes on 31st July will be my next project but please feel free to think with what's between your legs.


Dee for Desire

On the surface Dee Martin appears to have everything; good job, nice home and car, stunning looks and confidence in spadefuls.

But there is a problem. Dee’s fiancé, Gavin, is commitment-phobic and lousy in bed. Dee craves something more. All she wants is a decent fuck and the chance to explore her secret bondage fantasies.

One night Dee’s car breaks down forcing her to stop overnight in a motel.

The moment she sets eyes on Carlos, the tanned flirtatious barman, Dee feels aroused. Carlos takes her places she never dreamt two people could go and, unlike Gavin, Carlos has no qualms about discipline.

When Conchita, Carlos’s estranged wife, appears on the scene, Dee’s wildest desires are brought to the fore as they engage in steamy threesomes. But Dee must decide what to do and what she really wants but can she go back to Gavin now she has tasted true passion and desire?



Passions Reunited.

Clarissa, Maria and Charlotte are in a small hotel for a school reunion.

Heavy rains prevent them venturing out and before long they are discussing their lives since they last met. Before long their talk gets steamy as they begin discussing sexual fantasies.

They give free rein to the release of their intense sexual frustrations as they indulge in girly threesomes. Their loud cries of passion bring a stranger to their room. A handsome bachelor Thomas Dale and he eagerly joins in with them but at the end of the day which of the girls, if any, will capture his heart and loins?

Wet Heat

Helen Jacobs is recently divorced and determined to keep men off her agenda for the foreseeable future.

A friend pays for Helen to take a spa break in the English countryside. Helen is reluctant despite all the promises of casual no strings encounters.

But Helen is sexually frustrated since her cheating rat ex husband decided he preferred to pleasure his secretary. She realises she is craving attention.

In the spa steam room Helen finds herself exposed to all manner of pleasures but will she finally be able to indulge in her own private girl on girl bondage fantasies.

Join Helen on her journey to discover the darker side of sexual desire.


Monday 23 July 2012

Sexy Sketches


Made a couple of sketches using a photo to sketch software.

 SEXY LEG
GIRL ENJOYING HERSELF

Playing with Fire - Release

I now have all the links necessary to declare Playing with fire officially released. I never realised there were so many books called Playing with Fire.






Playing with Fire is categorised as Adult fiction but somehow Amazon has suddenly turned prudish. It will not let me put masturbation into the tag list. People will search for adult things. When all the sad prudes go to live in a convent and join a closed silent order the erotic author's life will become infinitely easier. It amazes me that prudes thiunk they must have got here and been left under a gooseberry bush. I know it is hard for them to cope with the idea their parents and ancestors had sex but  it's time they got a life. God I would not be a prude for anything.

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Sunday 22 July 2012

Sexy girl pix


HAVING FUN


NICE LEG


AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH GIRLS?







Playing with Fire again

I have finished writing Playing with Fire. A hot steamy erotic novel.

This is the sales pitch.




Sylvana Hobson is a maid in the
household of Lord Montague; a
filthy rich twenty-first century
bachelor playboy with eclectic
sexual tastes.

Lord Montague wants Sylvana. The
trouble is she is hot for Hawkins,
Lord Montague's butler, and she
enjoys playing the two men off
against each other.

Sylvana joins them at Lord
Montague's weekend retreat where
she fulfills lifelong sexual
desires enjoying the taste of the
whip as well as girl on girl
action.

Sylvana and Hawkins get it on in a
big way but Lord Montague almost
always gets what he wants. Will he
be able to be second best or is
Sylvana playing with fire?

I was so hot I was practically typing one-handed. I reckon any woman who has never pleasured herself while writing erotica must be lying.


You can now buy Playing With Fire from Lulu.com. Amazon Kindle store links to follow shortly.

Playing with Fire paperback.

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Thursday 19 July 2012

My Favourite Men

I like men. I would find it difficult to write erotica if I didn't.

I like older men; at least fifteen years my senior. I don't like overweight men or ones who drink too much. Tall, lean men with a nice chest are exactly the kind I like to share my bed with. Young men forget it. They may have stamina but they lack consideration and experience in my view. My first sexual partner was five years my junior and it ended badly.

Acents are arousing. Why do you think Lewis Franklin and Dr Hamish George in the Lynchcliffe series had strong accents which thickened when they were aroused. Having a man whisper his desire in your ear his words accompanied by a jet of warm ait always did it for Margaret Franklin and Lady Lynchcliffe.

One of my favourite male fantasies for the last few years has been Sergeant Oscar Blaketon of the British TV series Heartbeat. Blaketon was a Yorkshire man played by a Londoner Derek Fowlds. I had lots of hot erotic fantasies about slowly removing his uniform piece by piece and running my hands across his Sergeant stripes. Out of all the four Sergeants during the course of the series; three male and one female, Blaketon was the only one who could say "My office. Now!" in that commanding way that made shivers run down my back.


He wasn't maybe so hot to look at but it was the commanding way he wore the uniform and barked his orders. He was a tough cop but he had a heart of gold underneath and I imagine he would have been a very sensual lover although maybe also he would have liked to  dominate and either sttle would be fine with me. I find cops hot; the uniform and the authority. There were several very fit cops in the Heartbeat series but he was always my favourite.

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New Day

Evelyn Lillith now has a Facebook acccount. While I am trying to keep the Lynchcliffe books separate I want to be able to commune with the same friends as before. I have sent messages to friends explaining so it remains to see how many friend Evelyn. Few people write serious erotica under their own name but I did not want a name like Midnight Shadow or similar. I used the name Evelyn as a maid character in the Lynchcliffe series and through it I lived out my bi-curious fantasies about pleasuring Celia, Lady Trevelyan,

The  sexy sensual heroine of Playing with Fire is called Sylvana Hobson and you can read the beginning of her erotic adventures in the Playing with Fire blog post. The series I plan to write as Evelyn will be completely separate adventures. Here are a couple of the suggestions that have come to mind and which I hope to get out in the next year or so.

Passions Reunited.

Rachel, Stephanie and Charlene (names to be possibly reviewed) attend a school reunion. They share a hotel room and start discussing their school days and their sexual experiences. This ends with them exploring their sexual frustrations and pleasuring each other as heavy rain prevents them going out. When handsome Todd Martindale comes into the wrong room by accident he finds himself drawn into the fantasy of three hungry sexually frustrated women but which, if any of them, will he win the heart and life long adoration of?

Party Animal

Sylvia Lamont is the poor relation. She plugs away at a soul-less office cleaning job  but fortunes change when she is invited to a house party. Sylvia is not a virgin (none of my heroines ever will be) but somewhat frustrated sexually.

One long weekend introduces her to a wealth of sensual pleasures she never dreamt were possible.,


Wednesday 18 July 2012

Playing with Fire



PLAYING WITH FIRE
Sylvana Hobson works for Lord Montague; a filthy rich eligible  21st century. bachelor playboy.  Montague is a man known for his eclectic sexual tastes and he wants Sylvana.

The problem is that Sylvana has it bad for Lord Motague's voyeuristic butler, Hawkins, and she likes to play them off against each other.

During a weekend at Lord Montague's country estate Sylvana is fully exposed to all manner of sensual experiences and she realises that she wants Hawkins at all costs but will Lord Montague accept defeat?






It was a blazing hot summer.  Sylvana sweated in her tight black maid’s uniform.  Her pert firm tits and erect nipples strained against her underclothes and she wore a layer of sweat like a second skin. Her long dark hair was scraped back but still soaked with sweat.  The skimpy black panties she wore were fast sinking into the crack between her buttocks.

She was polishing the brass ornaments in Lord Montague’s study. Her tits swung back and forth as she rubbed hard on the tarnished metal with her cloth.

Although she was unaware of his presence in the room, Sylvana carried on with her work. Her pert firm buttocks continued to swing back and forth as she rubbed hard.

Lord Montagu watched her work, feeling his erection throbbing in his tight underpants.  Her sweat-soaked skin was ivory in colour in contrast to her raven hair. Her eyes were hazel and her lips salmon pink in colour.  He could see her tight dress clinging to a well developed chest and long supple legs.

He fantasised about having her serve him dressed only in panties, almost salivating at the idea of running his hands over her body. She was new in the household and he could not believe he had not yet tried her. He had been looking for company to take on his next country weekend. His butler; as lecherous as he was, always made sure he picked the most alluring girls to serve his master. When Lord Montague was pleased with his butler’s choice he let him have the pleasure of the girls as well. There were few female servants who had not felt Lord Montague’s throbbing prick between their legs. Hawkins, the butler, had reported that, since Sylvana arrived he and the male staff was walking in a state of near permanent arousal.  That is why Lord Montague had ordered Sylvana be sent to do brass-cleaning duty that day in order that he could appraise her himself. Lord Montague’s throbbing prick liked what it saw. 

He leaned his head to one side so he could peer up her skirt and his prick hardened even more as he saw the skimpy scrap of lace sinking into her crack and the glistening drops of cum caking her inner thigh. Hawkins had come to the study fully aroused that morning as he reported he had spied on Sylvana masturbating in the shower.

“Your name is Sylvana is it not?” He asked. She jumped as she had not realised he was in the room.

“Yes, my lord.” She said; aware of her cunt dripping at the sight of his lean form and the bulge in his pants.

“Would you like to experience real pleasure, Sylvana?”

“I am sure that you would be a master in that, my Lord.”

 She was rubbing herself.

“Lock the door!” He demanded.

She did so.

“Pull your skirts up.!” He barked.

She did so.

“I want to see you masturbate, Sylvana. I am as hard as rock to see you dripping wet. 

“I’m dripping wet for you, my lord. I wonder when I will be lucky enough to feel your cock between my legs.”

“Soon.” He said. “Do you consider yourself a whore?”

“No, my lord, but I would gladly be your whore.”

 She removed her dress and he gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her fingers slipped between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit and she began moaning as she worked herself into frenzy with her fingers. She rubbed hard; moulding her swollen clit between her fingers as cum ran down her legs. She was sweating and panting as she brought herself to orgasm. 

She was aware that Lord Montague was also rubbing his stiff prick and she longed to see it and feel it thrusting between her legs. It was a long time since Sylvana had had a good fuck and boy did she need one.

He walked over to her and pulled her close as he began to pleasure her firm tits with his hard sensual mouth. She moaned as his tongue swept around her erect nipples.  His slim fingers slid inside her skimpy panties and began to caress her, thrusting in and out of her dripping cunt. Sylvana moaned loudly.

“I can feel you need a good fuck my girl.” He whispered in her ear.

“I do, my lord.” She panted, as her body shivered with the intensity of her third orgasm in ten minutes.

“Then I command your company this weekend when I go to my country house. There will you learn the meaning of pleasure and discipline.  You will ride with me in my carriage and we shall have a little fun on the way.  You will be fucked, sucked and whipped. Does that turn you on Sylvana?”

“I have never been whipped, my lord, but I must confess I am more than a little aroused by the prospect. “

“Ah so you are a virgin to the lash although I suspect not to the cock. I shall enjoy you, Sylvana. Hawkins tells me he got a huge erection watching you masturbate in the shower last night.”

“I masturbate frequently, my lord. In the absence of a good hard cock between my legs I need relief somehow.”

“I will see you on Friday Sylvana. You need only bring one set of clothes for you will be spending the weekend naked but for skimpy panties. Does that please you?”

“You bet it does, my Lord.”

“You may dress and go. Rest assured I will be pleasuring myself over you for many an hour to come.”

“I will be doing the same over you, my lord.”

Sylvana dressed and left the study with hard aching tits and a dripping wet cunt.














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My name is Evelyn Lillith and I'm an erotic author.


I enjoy exploring human sensuality through words as it's a great way of describing your fantasies and living them through your characters.


This site will contain interviews with other erotic authors and excerpts from my novels. I am currently working on my first book under this pen-name. Playing with fire will be completed soon.


This site is not suitable for people of a prudish nature as I would not want them to get their Bridget Jones knickers in a twist as I try to define orgasm which is impossible for those whose legs need to be prised open with a crow bar. Wee warning. If your man doesn't get any at home don't be surprised if he strays.


Welcome and please feel free to contribute with comments. If you would like to  contribute an erotic story of your own you may do so with or without a pen-name.

Just a note. A lot of erotic writer's use the words sex or pussy to describe the female genitalia but  to me pussy sounds like timid little virgin trying to work out how to use a dildo so I prefer and always will use the word Cunt.
I look forward to welcoming you back time and again.


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