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Tools of His Trade

Her Majesty’s Courtesan Part I

Princess Cesaire is hunting for a Royal Courtesan, and Ehrol has every intention of being her choice. A message from afar gives him the key to slinking into her bedroom. However, Ehrol is out of practice with her particular choice of pleasure. With only hours to spare, he and his best friend, Ashuli, dust off his tools to relearn his technique.

While the Phryne prepares for the Imperial entourage, Ehrol hones his bedroom skills. Will he be able to capture the magic before his Princess arrives?

Tools of his Trade is a spacefaring, erotica short-story. Part one of Her Majesty’s Courtesan.

Decontamination

A Short Story

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

–H. L. Mencken

Lt. Margaret “Mags” O’Reilly is always ready for a fight. She’s been on the fields of battle against the other-worldly invaders, the O’okara, for most of her adult life. At her side is Pryce, a human-O’okara hybrid bred in a scientist’s lab, who is also her best friend. Companionship is no stranger to them, but when the pair becomes stuck together in the decontamination chamber, secrets between them are exposed.

Faced with a truth she’s not ready to hear, Mags has to decide if she wants to give in to newfound hungers, risking the chance of losing the only person she has ever trusted. Or will she face the reality that, as a soldier in an unending war, there is no place or time to give your heart?

An erotic novelette set in a post-apocalyptic world feel with death and destruction, yet a light of hope.


Available for FREE on Amazon (for a limited time)

Awakening

A Short Story

Pleasures of the flesh bring Fae magic to bloom. Without proper training from an experienced lover, sex can lead to dangerous consequences.

When Adriana sets her sights on an outsider, she begins the journey to unlocking her inner powers. Mustering every ounce of courage, she comes to Nicolo, an artisan trained in the bed. Will his power and patience, be enough to help her Awaken safely so she can share herself with the one she desires?

Part one of the Lady of the Wood series. An erotic urban fantasy short.

Available now on Smashwords!

Cost: Pay what you want (but still mostly FREE)

Bait

A Short Story

Officer Mark Kipper had no idea things that bump in the night were real. After recruitment by Knightcrest’s Department of Supernatural Affairs, he discovers a new level of crimes and misdemeanors. When one particular case sends the agency into a panic, Kip offers himself as bait to help lure out a forgotten evil.

Confronting the attractive demoness fueled by sex and seduction turns into a frenzied fight of life or death. Can Kip combat the desire mounting inside of him long enough to escape the clutches of a powerful, ancient being?

Download now at Smashwords!

Cost: Pay what you want (but mostly FOR FREE)

The Last Fae, Part II

The Preview of the Saga Continues

Sorceress Erica, At your Service

First of all, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I’m going to see if I can get around to writing a frightening delicious quickie this afternoon, but I got up early to come into the office, so I’m fully zonked. We shall see!

Also, I apparently woke up in a parallel universe where the Nationals won the World Series. This has to be a different, very peculiar timeline. Right? Why couldn’t it be the Orioles? MEH.

Anyway, let’s get back to what this post is supposed to be about.

Yesterday, I started with the skinny on how The Last Fae even came to be a thing. This time, I want to talk about what it is. It’s all about the meat and potatoes, right?

The Setting

The story takes place in a fictional area of Florida called Knightcrest. Now I think about it, I’m not sure what Knightcrest is exactly. As I mentioned, my friend Thommy came up with the world originally. Huh. Anyway, the city itself is called New Selene, a touristy beach town that serves as one the most supernatural hot spots in the world. I guess that would make Knightcrest the county? Hmmm….That’s what I’m going with.

New Selene is lousy with vampires and were-people. Those two groups of supernaturals dominate the city with an uneasy peace between the two. Honestly, I wouldn’t even say it’s all that peaceful, but at least it’s not all out war.

There are other beings afoot, though. There are a few demons, old gods, and a singular Fae.

Kay Knightstone, The Last Fae

About 2000 years prior to the story, the Fae disappeared leaving only on of their princes behind, Prince Cathan. He wandered aimlessly for a very long time, even briefly losing himself to madness. Luckily, one of the oldest of vampires, The Persian, helped him back from insanity.

After some years of switching between hiding out as a hermit and returning to the human society, Prince Cathan decided to take up the identity of Kain “Kay” Knightstone, a very talented toy-maker. He makes quite the living off of his creations. Kay gets a certain amount of pleasure out of his toys. The rich flock to them and he gives the toys life so he can torment them.

Despite having mostly everything he needs or wants, Kay is a lonely being. While surrounded by fantastical beings, it’s not the same as his own kind. He feels no connection to the world or any of the people in it. It isn’t until fate brings him to Dena that things begin to change.

Dena Johnson, Where Hope Falls

A simple girl from Baltimore.

At least as far as she knows.

Gentle and kind, full of life and mischief, Kay finds himself immediately drawn to her the moment they meet. He doesn’t know why he finds himself drawn to a human like this, but he continues to flock to her over and over again to the point of obsession.

It turns out she is the key to unlocking the realms and helping bring back the rest of the daemon back into the human world. Also, by doing so, the door to Avalon could be unlocked, allowing Kay access to the Elder Fae who fled before the rest of his kind were wiped from the planet.

The process would cost her life.

The Bond

Kay and Dena have various obstacles in their way. First of all, her being thousands of years younger would be an extreme deterrent on his part. However, that doesn’t turn him away. The fact she’s in a committed relationship with David, a young, handsome college jock, doesn’t squash the attraction between the two. And, of course, there is the glaring fact she is merely human while he is one of the most powerful beings on the planet.

Nothing can stop the powerful blossoming friendship between the pair. No matter how much they realize it’s ultimately going to be a problem.

Joseph Mamm: Puppeteer Behind the Scenes

The real problem is Joseph Mamm, the King of Hell left behind when the daemon fled the mortal plane. He uses the pair as a pawn in his plan to bring his people back. He’ll stop at nothing. And he knows the fact if he brings the Daemon back, he can open the world to the Fae, which would be enticing to the lonely Prince. Mamm, along with his associate, Dominik, maneuver the two so they can be used as the beacon in the dark, lighting the others’ way home.

That’s the gist of what is happening in The Last Fae. It’s fantastical, dark urban fantasy fun, with more than a sprinkling of smut mixed in. I’ll be posting a bit of the story as I go along for Nano, especially the dirty bits. Be on the look out!

The Last Fae

My 2019 NaNoWriMo Project

NaNoWriMo starts this Friday. I’m part excited and part nervous, but I’m sure anyone planning to participate is feeling the same twitterpation. Ho boy.

Luckily, my outline at the ready and a couple of character profiles written, which puts me way further ahead in the process than I’ve been in the past for NaNo. Hell, I’ve only ever fully written out one other novel’s outline in all my years of writing.

However, I never finished that book, though. Certainly another journey to work on, I guess.

Since the day is right around the corner, I’ll post about The Last Fae, my project for NaNo (and probably for the rest of the year). I’ve had this story in mind for the better part of a decade. In fact, this story is the reason I started dating my husband so many moons ago. So this story is particularly close to my heart.

How the Last Fae Came to Be

Years ago, one of my good friends Thommy introduced me to a world he created along with some friends. A world filled with mystery and magic set in modern times. He wound up creating a forum RPG for his world and invited me to join.

Real talk? I was hesitant. Your resident Smut Writer does enjoy a good video game, but I never tried anything close to a pen-and-paper RPG before. Didn’t know how to work it and I was terrified of looking/sounding like an idiot.

After some coaxing, I gave in. He offered for me to play one of his characters, Cossette, an old vampire in service of one of the much older vampires, The Persian.  Cossette is a tough woman with a mouth full of filth. So…my kind of lady. If I remember correctly, I played her timid, though, despite her background.

I’ll admit, I was uncomfortable playing with someone else’s creation. The intense fear of fucking up made it hard for me to really get into it. I mean, it was fun, don’t get me wrong. Just not as fun as it could be.

Eventually, I made a character. In fact…I made ME into a character.

I felt like I was taking a risk inserting myself as a character into his story. I thought everyone would think it was stupid (if you couldn’t tell, I have self-esteem problems). But, there she was, Erica from Baltimore who followed her friend, Juanita, to a fictional Florida vacation town called New Selene.

As an aside, years later, I wound up really having a friend named Juanita, though I’d be surprised if she moved to the most supernatural-filled town in North America.

HIMMM (How I Met My Mans)

Did I mention there was this cute guy who followed me to the game? Yeah, I had an online guy friend named Nate that joined in on the fun. He and I met on a Transformers forum, of all places. Keep in mind, I wasn’t a Transformers fan at the time, but I had friends who were.

Feels like a lifetime ago now.

Cute Guy Nate made up a character named Kain, a horror-bunny Fae creature that became one of the most powerful beings in the fantasy world. Kain was drawn to Erica, and vice-versa. Their stories intertwined over years of delicious, supernatural drama.

In real life, CGN moved from the West Coast to my way and we got hitched. It’s been 13 years now. Thankfully, he hasn’t turned into a scary, green bunny yet, but I kind of expect it any day now. Hah.

Somehow his character became the main focus of the story I’m crafting now (or rather will be starting on 11/1/19). I have a lot of that delicious drama planned for those two. Should be quite a ride.

Part 2 of this should be coming sometime tomorrow. Get to know Kay Knightstone and his lady love, Dena (yeah, I didn’t want to continue calling her Erica, considering what happens to her. YOU’LL SEE.)

Quickies

Fast and Dirty, Just like you like it

Don’t forget to read my writing page to get the skinny on the eggplant ratings!

Quickie 1: Red Delicious

Dirty

Her tongue rolled over her deliciously full red lips in a smooth motion.  The movement said it all.  She liked the taste of him and wanted even the last drop.  She ran a finger underneath her bottom lip then brought it to her mouth, sucking away the left-overs.  That wonderfully wet-glossy mouth spread into a smile of the darkest delights.

“Did you like that?” she whispered as her hands moved up his inner thighs.

He could only nod at first, finding his breath lost in ecstasy.  Their eyes met. His were glazed and sleepy; hers darkly mischievous.  The man knew that she could see into his soul and knew everything he had to hide.  He had wanted this, but not like this. Still, he couldn’t lie.

“Yeah, I liked it.” he murmured.

She maneuvered her body between his stretched legs, sliding her arms around his waist and putting her chin into his chest.  He watched her head bob up and down with his breath even though he desperately wanted to look away.  But she demanded his attention and he gave it fully.

“Anytime you want,” she said then licked those full lips, again, “all you have to do is ask.”

Her hand reached over the spilled contents of her purse.  She grabbed a white card. 

“All you have to do is call,” she told the man as she ran the card along his arm.

She placed the card inside of his exposed tank top beneath an opened silk shirt.  With a fluid movement, the woman stood from the couch.  His eyes followed her with an ache.  He didn’t want to be alone.  Not after all of the exquisite delight she had given.  She wouldn’t stay and he knew it.  He couldn’t let her stay even if she had been willing.

When she turned away, he closed his eyes.  There was a stinging behind them that frightened him.  He wouldn’t cry in front of her.  He couldn’t.


“I’m not going to call you,” he told her, finally. His voice wavered in his own ears

She turned to him with that smile, “Okay.”

The woman sounded like she didn’t believe him.  As she walked out of the door to the home, he had to admit to himself that he didn’t believe it either.


Quickie 2: Mistress

So hot. So sticky. So tired…

Victor rose from the bed, noting the slight twang in his back from movement.  He sighed quietly as to not rouse the insatiable woman in the bed.  Oh, he wanted her.  Always wanted her. This time he needed the slightest break.

Filthy

His Mistress kept him much longer than usual.  Her other men must be chewing their nails right now.  She’d never picked a favorite and now, with this strange turn of events, it seemed like Victor may be the first.  His lips curled in a faint smile as he considered what the others must be thinking.

He turned to look at Mistress and his smile brightened more.  She looked so delicious with her hair, still slightly curled, and clinging to her rosy cheek.  Her beautiful full lips were parted as she slept.  Even as she slept, he could see the contented smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.

Victor moved the comforter covering his Mistress, exposing her bare back to him.  His eyes followed the lines of her body, enjoying the way her body rose and fell gently in her sleep.  It only made him want to touch her, but he knew what it meant to do so.

It didn’t matter.  He had to feel that silk smooth skin with his fingers.  Slowly he reached out for her.  He didn’t touch her right away, instead opted to hover along her as though touching her aura.  When he reached her side where her breast pillowed between body and bed, he couldn’t stop himself.  With his forefinger, he traced the roundness there, fascinated with the very feel of it.

Mistress stirred then, groaning softly as she shifted slightly towards the touch.  Moments later, her eyes opened sleepily.  She stared at him for a few moments before she gave him a wicked smile.  Despite how tired he was, Victor felt himself rising eagerly, knowing soon he would be inside his Mistress’ body again, feeding her hunger and sating his own.

“Ready for more, I take it?” she purred as she turned to her back.  When she did, she shifted and opened her legs, putting herself on display. “Pleasure me. Now,” Mistress demanded.

He didn’t have to be told more than once.  With shaking hands, he brushed one breast, tweaking the nipple for a second, before sliding down her stomach to reach home.


Quickie 3: Fingers

 Mr. Fingers was always sticky and he usually smelled a little musky. His caretakers that it had something to do with his cologne, but didn’t dare ask. The man paid them more than they ever imagined making for simply giving him sponge baths. Upsetting him didn’t seem like the smart thing to do.

 Still, they were all very tired of his antics. So many times they found him inside of dark, moist places. He hid there, hours on end, waiting for his ladies to pull him out. And, when they finally did, he was dripping wet, bald head shining in the florescent lights.

Filthy

“Mr. Fingers,” they would scold him, “you can’t go in any old hole like that. You’ll get sick.”

 He would look up at them, bull-dogged face pouting. His drooping eyes seemed to shimmer in the bright light of the hall.

 “Yes, ma’am,” he would respond, completely rejected.

Of course, the old man perked right up as one of his girls led him to the jacuzzi tub. He would grab her rear-end with a grip worthy of a man fifty years younger.

“We have to do something about him!” one of his ladies growled.

Exasperated, she flopped down into the plushy pink couch of the staff’s common room. The other girls nodded to her in unison.

  “Yeah,” another piped up, “I have a bruise on my ass the size of baseball.”

One girl laughed, “It’ll match the one on my tit.”

The first girl sighed heavily, “I don’t know why we put up with this shit. I know he’s giving us enough money to pay off a house on our own, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior.”

That’s when Madison, Mr. Finger’s executive chef, and the most wonderfully, flaming gay man any of them had ever known, came into the room with a tray of bagels.

“What you girls need to do is introduce him to a playmate.”

It seemed like a novel idea. As they grabbed bagels, each of them looked around at the other, silently asking if that seemed like a good idea. When they came to an agreement over it, they smiled.

“Ok,” the second girl chirped, “that really sounds smart. I don’t think any of us know an old woman that would be a good match. Do you happen to know anyone?”

He flashed them his usual charming grin as he passed the nearest girl a card.

 “Give this lady a call. She’s my great aunt. I think she can give that old nasty man a run for her money.” He took his own bagel and bit into is. “I’d call her myself, but she won’t answer my calls.”

He sashayed out of the room, nonchalantly. The women gathered around the card, looked over it as it were a valuable prize. They nodded to each other. One took the phone into her hands and began to dial.

***

The next day, an old woman appeared at the door. A small thing with red lipsticks and red nails and the biggest hair anyone had seen since the 80s. She helped herself in with out much of an invite. The girls had to smile at her brazen assessment of the mansion’s foyer.

“Kind of kitschy, but it will do.”

Old man Fingers came down the stairs, naked but robed. Only barely, of course. He stood before the old woman with his hands on his hips.

 “Well, who is this old bag of bones?” he asked, snarling.

The were late for his bath. That always made Fingers angry.

The old woman sauntered forward in a way that reminded everyone of Madison. She reached into his robe, trailing on long, bright, red finger down his chest. She continued on her bath until she reached between his legs. Mr. Fingers’ face turned bright, but a wicked smile tweaked his lips.

“Mr. Fingers,” one of his ladies said, “I would like to introduce you to someone I think you’ll enjoy very much. This is Ms. Box.”

Written Works of EricaB

Ready for a quick, smutty read?

Well, you’ve come to the right place.

My stories come in several different categories and ratings:

  • Quickies: Just a little blurb of a story at less than 1,000 words. Usually quite dirty and to the point.
  • Short Stories: Stories that are a little more involved, somewhere between 5,001 and 20,000 words. Most likely dirty, but it may just of a romantic variety without the smut. These are works published elsewhere like Smashwords.
  • Excerpts: A bit of one of my longer stories I’m working on (with hopes and dreams of completion). Likely to be a long read riddled with appropriate inappropriateness.
  • In progress: My current BIG project. Character bios, wild ideas and excerpts are all equally possible. Most likely won’t be dirty, but you never know!

Ratings

Innocent: Romantic, but devoid of smuttiness

Dirty: Most of the smuttiness is hinted at, but not super descriptive. Best read with a glass of red wine.

Filthy: D**ks and T**ts flying everywhere and going into all kinds of places. Probably NSFW. This is cigar and whiskey sort of stuff, friend!

WTAF: Woah! What are you doing with that thing?! DID YOU AT LEAST USE LUBE?! SOMEONE BREAK OUT THE BANJO AND POUR THE MOONSHINE!

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