Thursday, January 14, 2016

Power of #Attraction #Lust unfolds What excites you? FLESH FANTASY @vampauthormaya #Erotica


Forbidden Fruit Friday





Ladies, have you experienced this?


You're at a club/bar on a girl's night out when suddenly, you lock eyes with a sexy stranger.

Your body shakes.


Your curiosity and imagination starts on an uncontrollable marathon. 


Your mouth goes dry.


You're sucking in the gut, correcting your posture (aka BOOBS), playing with your hair and licking the lips.



You have? I thought so.  

I enjoy reading the heck about the power of attraction and the lust that unfolds between a man and a woman, so I wrote Flesh Fantasy. But, I threw in a twist to the situation club/bar scene above.

There's a silent game being played with one specific objective.

Curious? 


Here's an excerpt:


FLESH FANTASY




Chapter Two:
 An Unexpected Contestant

“So, Rain...got a target yet?” Kimi inquired as she leaned in toward me, never taking her eyes off of the bodies gyrating to the eclectic loop of Zen-inspired techno beats.
“Still analyzing,” I practically yelled over the music in response.
I scanned the faces barely illuminated by the dim glow of the white paper lanterns that hung in varying lengths from the ceiling. Slated light panels along the walls and green-and-amber colored spotlights shining through heavy stalks of bamboo provided additional lighting, but they were ambient at best.
The venue was a fail-safe. Next to Liquid, this was one of the hottest clubs in Denver. As I suspected, it was packed as usual for a Saturday night. And I was banking on volume, hopeful that the sheer number of prospects that were drawn here would afford me the opportunity to be somewhat selective of what I was looking for.
Not Mr. Right, of course...just Mr. Right Now.
I looked past all the men that didn’t immediately fall into my ‘must have’ category of preference. A man thirtyish years old with dark hair, fair to medium-toned skin, muscular build, over six feet tall and eyes to get lost in was what I craved. Of course, if I guessed right on his Junk Trunk, then this was all about having a meaningless encounter, as far as I wanted to take it. So all of the must-haves with any substance were axed from the list well before I even stepped foot into Zen Grooves. If luck was truly on my side, my unwitting game partner would also have an accent, European or Mediterranean to be exact. And let’s not forget chest hair. I always found a light draping of dark curls to allow my fingertips to get lost in a heavenly experience.
But reality was quickly setting in as I realized that I was swiftly dismissing my options one after another, some even with a cringe. Tucking most of the men in the “not in a million years” category, the task of making slight adjustments to my list in order to find something acceptable for the evening was inevitable.
“What the hell, Rain, it’s been a tough week. Let’s play a little,” I said as I took a hearty sip of my blood-orange martini. It was an indulgence at twelve dollars a pop and to a diet that was riddled with carb-counting. But it was my weakness, and weaknesses were meant to be indulged when I was in game-mode.
Blood-orange martini—anyone that knew me could tell you that this was my signature drink. In fact, I calculated all of the ingredients that went into creating this sinful potion long ago, memorizing the overall carb count like my ATM PIN. 37.5 grams. And like clockwork, I administered just over one unit of insulin on the train, at the second-to-last stop of our final destination, to be exact. Yes, I had the timing down to a science so I could walk straight up to the bar and order my drink upon arrival.
“Oh no, Rain’s already editing the list as we speak,” Rachel uttered in response to my cryptic comment.
As usual, she speculated correctly.
I sighed, but remained quiet. As the vodka seared a fiery path down my throat, I made a mental note and adjusted the only item of preference I was willing to compromise on...for now. And while I am not exactly certain on what age difference would constitute the stereotype, the term cougar ran rampant through my mind as I cast a wider net, adding twenty-five-ish-year-old males to the list.
I made a silent plea, hoping I would find him soon. I was leery of the delectable elixir that sat in front of me. It was fruity, flirty and dangerous. And it would eventually, without a doubt, inhibit my judgment and allow me to adjust my standards further.
As I inspected the pool of male specimens without a hint of any possibilities coming to light, I suddenly blurted out in frustration, “What I would like to know is how I managed to pull the shortest stick again?”
“You know that the sticks aren’t rigged, if that is what you are suggesting. The handbook addresses this on page 167.” Kimi was a little defensive, a tinge of roughness in her voice.
“I know. I’m just saying—”
“Really, I don’t know what you are complaining about. While you are having fun tonight, I am stopping off at the convenience store and visiting aisle two on my way home,” Kimi said sharply as she interrupted me in mid-sentence.
I shook my head knowingly. My drawer full of fresh batteries was a testament to my close ties to aisle two of our twenty-four-hour drugstore.
“I would’ve gladly taken a trip to aisle two over what happened last weekend. I mean, I guessed right and had to end up doing something with the guy so I wouldn’t break any of the rules of the handbook. How was I supposed to know?” I said with disgust.
“C’mon...he was cute,” Kimi responded as a large grin broke through her sharpness.
Rachel and Erika both looked at each other and laughed.
“Cute, yes. Manicured, no.” I looked off in the distance as I recalled that evening and shuddered. “Nose hair. How was I to know from that far away? I swear that it was going to stab me in the eye as I leaned in for the kiss! And if he didn’t bother to take care of something as visible as that, who knows what other manscaping necessities he didn’t attend to.”
“Hmm, good point,” Kimi said as a look of scrutiny plastered across her face.
Oh boy, I’ve seen that expression before.
Kimi reached into her purse, fumbled about and retrieved her cell phone. As her thumbs went straight to work, she spoke decisively. “All right, let’s adjust the game a little. Once a prospect is considered, one of us has to do a walk-by assessment and report back...sort of a recon mission.”
We all nodded our heads in agreement.
“And I am texting myself a notation of the revision as we speak,” Kimi responded.
A revised edition of the handbook was sure to be found on all of our doorsteps tomorrow morning.
If I made it home by morning, that is.
I adjusted in my seat and refocused on my task. I was vigilant, seeking, preying...and praying. My eyes observed every nook and cranny of the club, slowly and methodically.
Then it happened.
A high-pitched alarm sounded in my head. And we have missile lock.
I caught the attention of a green-eyed hottie that leaned up against the wall, just on the outskirts of the dance floor. I looked him over. Once, then twice. I cocked my head, flashed a naughty grin of an expression, and then looked away. It was an ‘I see you. I like what I see’ look. And from his slight nod that made his eyes dip seductively, it appeared he understood my look as well.
“One o’clock,” I said, unhurried and monotone.
I didn’t have to compete with noise to be heard. The music was a bit toned down now, more of an ethereal composition. The remaining people on the dance floor looked like they were performing a modern dance routine, jellylike and free-form in their movements.
One by one, Kimi, Rachel, and Erika ever-so-nonchalantly, each in her own way, took a peek at contestant one.
“Not bad, Rain. Not bad at all,” Kimi said.
Rachel stood up, immediately taking the reins as our recon agent and drifted toward the stranger. She sashayed past him, giving him a slight nod as she parked herself at a table of friends we noticed earlier in the evening. Rachel exchanged greetings and pleasantries, and quickly made her way back to our table, but not before catching another up-close glimpse of the delicious green-eyed specimen. He remained still, knowing he was being evaluated on my behalf.
Good boy.
“No nose hair, good teeth, and smells terrific,” Rachel reported as she tried to climb back onto the tall bar stool as gracefully as possible. “He’s also drinking some homegrown brew. Nice choice, Rain.” Rachel nodded her head with a smile as she added to the report.
“Ok. Two more to go,” Kimi pointed out.
I went back to my task, my eyes seductive in their hunt, in pursuit of another laudable candidate. As immediately as I went back into the seeker mode, I discovered him.
Perched up against the bar in a one-elbow lean, his gaze locked with mine. His eyes shimmered with intensity, a sexy darkness washing over him the longer I assessed him. Those eyes. They were so damn sexy. I swore that he must’ve used black liner to define his dark brown eyes, making them shine with a very sinister and deviant look.
Hmm...eye makeup.
Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I had sex with a man that wore makeup...although it didn’t immediately appear that he was a member of some ‘80s tribute band like my previous bedmate.
But what did it matter, anyway?
I shook from my drifting thoughts and allowed myself to just soak all of him in.
As compelling as they were, I was able to break my connection with his eyes, slowly shifting my sights lower. I noticed the slight tracing of a tattoo that snaked its way up from his shoulders, cresting along the column of his neck, then dipping sharply, disappearing into the depths of his button-down shirt.
He wore a black-on-black ensemble. Black trousers, black shirt, black sports coat and black belt. The coat was open, his shirt neatly tucked. The first three buttons of the shirt were left undone, allowing me a glimpse of the beginnings of a well-defined chest. Like a partially opened present, the garment teased and tantalized me, making me want to see more, to touch and claim what lay under wraps. The dim lighting masked it at first, but as I concentrated on his tattoo, I saw the light draping of dark hair that deliciously landscaped his chest.
Lucky me.
I darted back to his eyes, intending on giving him the same acknowledging look as the green-eyed magnificence to my right. But this...well, this look came out more like an “I can’t wait to see you above me...naked” look. Even as I gathered myself, finding all of my strength to look away, I could feel his eyes on me, not letting go.
He was drawing me in the longer I was locked in his trance.
“Um, nine o’clock,” I said as I cleared my throat and coughed out my words.
The guy was already having an effect on me.
“Hello! Talk about an intense stare. I don’t think I’ve seen him blink!” Erika said as she quickly evaluated contestant two.
Kimi did a side-eyed glance toward the bar, “Well, I was planning to do the recon this time, but he is a little creepy with the stare, don’t you think?”
“Creepy? I think it’s sexy. There is something very naughty in that stare,” Rachel sang with confidence as she bit on her lower lip, “And, if you don’t pick him, Rain, I’ll gladly take him off of your hands. You know that a man with a goatee and tattoo is like kryptonite for me.”
I threw out a playful hiss at Rachel and flashed my nonexistent fangs. “Back off, hussy. It is I that has the shortest stick to start the night, and it is I that will end with the longest stick.”
While the girls burst into laughter, Erika choked on her swig of beer in reaction to my comment. She was sent into a full-blown nasal intrusion.
It was at this point that Kimi must have looked the guy head-on this time, because she literally jumped in her chair. Her eyes widened in her stare as she immediately turned into our table, looking as if she had something to say. Instinctively, we all turned to each other and leaned our heads inward toward the middle of the table, almost touching one another.
“Rain, I think...I think I saw it move. And if I am correct, holy crap! He is huge!” Kimi said with a dazed expression.
“Well then, by all means, put the man on the list, no recon needed,” I said as a cleared my throat once again.
My pulse raced and I felt a little light-headed. Go figure, there was a bit of truth in what I had just said with the longest stick comment.
Lucky, lucky me.
“You sure, Rain?” Erika asked with a slight tinge of concern, her drink no longer creeping through her nasal passages.
“Positive.” I flashed a devilish grin to accompany my one- eyebrow lift. I remained staring intently at my drink, daydreaming of all the ways I would let this man take me.
Libido was sure on duty tonight.
“Well then, one more to go. Rain, remember that you still have to pick a third according to the handbook,” Kimi said blankly, estimating that I had already made my decision with contestant two.
I lifted my eyes from my drink and couldn’t help locking into his trance once again. My glance turned into a full-blown ogle, which he was all too aware of. And wouldn’t you know it, my eyes betrayed me, going against my willpower, and centered immediately down at his crotch region.
A noticeable bulge pressed against his black trousers. And when I say bulge, I’m not talking a little bump that would cause a slight protrusion of a darted pleat in the pants. No, I’m referring to an outright mess of material, a definite strain on the zipper. My mouth dropped in an instinctive reaction, something to which he was all too aware of...again.
There were no subtle gestures that I left for this guy. No, short of knocking him over the head and dragging him back to my cave, every expression on my face told him what I wanted.








Flesh Fantasy



Tonight, Rain Calisto searches for her man, and Rhys Matthews comes into focus.

He is well-built and sinisterly sexy.

In the same Denver nightclub, Armand Anastasio searches for his woman-Rain. 

But the men are more than gorgeous. 

They are vampires, and they are unmated. 

A chance encounter lands Rhys and Rain together. Their attraction remains undeniably powerful and they fall prey to lust. With each passionate tryst, Rhys senses a connection that goes beyond the flesh. Unbeknownst to Rhys, Rain is a diabetic. Her insulin alters her biological makeup, disguising a revelation he isn't quite prepared for. 

Rain is Rhys's fated mate. 

As they struggle with this knowledge, another bombshell is dropped. Rain's insulin-laced tissue creates a rare vampiric blood that can fetch a hefty profit, and Armand has always known this. 

Is his attraction to Rain genuine, or is he just out for her blood? 

This is the diary of Rain and Rhys. 

Recorded here is their transformation from a flesh fantasy to eternal love.


** A Siren Erotic Romance -[Siren Allure: Erotic Paranormal Romance, vampires, bondage, orgies]






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