#MasturbationMonday Sexy to Go excerpt from Neighborhood Watch by @JoceylnDex #erotica


When is a menage not a menage? When all players aren’t in the same room maybe? But ability to touch isn’t everything. With one person watching two others get down and dirty, sometimes it’s almost the same thrill as being there.

If this excerpt doesn’t prove that, then I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! Or aunt, as applicable.

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Neighborhood Watch by Jocelyn Dex

Happily married Astral would never cheat on her husband, but when the moving guy next door sparks her exhibitionist fantasy, will she take it too far and get herself in trouble?



There were no lights next door, but through the slats of the wooden fence separating the yards, she saw the tip of a cigarette glowing and caught the light scent of burning tobacco drifting through the air. She squinted and the next time Paul took a drag, she caught a glimpse of his face. He was looking right at her. Her body instantly burned, nerve endings tingled. How long had he been watching her?

She turned her head to look in the kitchen window and saw her husband on the phone, an annoyed expression on his face. Must be work related.

Astral blamed the wine for the naughty ideas running through her mind. When she looked back to the fence, she slid her hands up the back of her shirt, unhooked her bra and pulled it out one sleeve, letting it drop to the ground before undoing the top three buttons of her shirt. Then she stood, kicked off her shoes, hiked up her skirt and slowly peeled her panties off. It felt fantastically dirty and she giggled at her audaciousness.

Turning in her chair so she was facing the fence, she brazenly propped one leg on the table, exposing herself to his gaze. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, but it was such a fucking turn-on. She’d never do it if it was with someone she’d see every day, but she didn’t have to worry about that with him.

A moment of guilt set in spoiling her fun. What if it was a woman next door and Dane was putting on a peep show for her? Would Astral be upset? No. She trusted him and had to admit the idea turned her on.

Another quick peek over her shoulder confirmed her husband was still on the phone. Looking back to the fence, she searched for the glow of the cigarette and was disappointed when she didn’t see it. Maybe he hadn’t been looking at her and she’d only imagined her exhibitionism.

A low voice startled her. “Don’t stop.”

Holy shit, she couldn’t see him, but he must have been right up on the fence. Even with the heat, a chill ran through her system. She hesitated, her face burning but then pulled her shirt to the side, exposing a breast and plucked at her nipple until it was a tight bud. She heard the word “nice” through the fence. Encouraged, she slid her hand between her legs, just resting it there. Her body jittered with excitement, anxiety, and yearning.

“Touch your pussy,” he whispered.

This was beyond naughty and not at all what she’d intended, but she couldn’t resist sliding a finger through her wet lips and rubbing her clit with languid strokes.

She jumped and turned her chair back around when the door opened and her husband said, “Sorry. Work issue.” Dane’s eyes bugged and he almost spilled the wine when he noticed Astral’s state of undress. “Wow, what’s going on out here?”

“I’m hot,” she said, adding just the right inflection to her tone to let him know it wasn’t just the weather.

His eyes darkened. “Yes, you definitely are.” He set the glasses on the table and bent down, sucking her exposed nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan from her.

The excitement overrode any embarrassment she might feel at the prospect of an outsider peeking in on the intimate scene.

Dane’s mouth relinquished her nipple. “Let’s take this inside.”

“No,” she said a little too frantically. “I mean, I like it out here.”

He looked around as if trying to determine if it was safe to do so. Her breath caught in her throat when he stared at the fence a little too long.

“Come on,” she urged, rubbing his cock through his pants. “It’ll be fun.” She stood and moved to the side of the table facing the fence, hiked her skirt up higher so her drenched pussy glistened in the glow of the solar stars. Her husband followed, grabbed a cushion off one of the chairs and kneeled on it in front of her.

“You’re a wickedly shameless wife.” His lips curled in a devious smile as he spread her legs wide and buried his face in her cunt, feasting on her juices. A small light came on next to the fence. She practically came knowing Paul was still watching. She squinted and saw the light illuminated his hand stroking his cock. Holy crap.

She watched, mesmerized as Paul worked himself with long, slow strokes while her husband’s tongue flicked across her clit. The physical and visual stimulation pushed her close to the edge.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she fisted her husband’s hair, pulling him closer, demanding more. Red hot zaps of energy spiked out from her clit through her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She wailed, tugging harder on her husband’s hair as she came apart, her body tensing, releasing, exploding.

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This story is part of Sexy to Go, Volume 2. Get it here:

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#sexytogo Volume 2 #erotic Boxed set is here and it’s hot! Get sexy with us!

VOLUME 2vol 2 cover


Sexy to Go is back with 11 new stories full of sensuous aliens, shifters, stranded commuters, dominant husbands and naughty neighbors. Check out what’s new in Volume 2 – we promise to tempt, tease, and deliver the hotness you desire!


Lip Service by Tara Quan

Forced into a marriage of convenience, Damien discovers an intense attraction to his new bride. When Kailee’s past prevents their pleasure, this dominant groom must teach her the joys of submission.



Neighborhood Watch by Jocelyn Dex

Happily married Astral would never cheat on her husband, but when the moving guy next door sparks her exhibitionist fantasy, will she take it too far and get herself in trouble?



Blackout by Sofia Grey

A breakdown and blackout on the late train home, could be bad news. But for Anton, stuck in a carriage with the sexy stranger of his dreams, it could be the hottest encounter he’s ever had.



Roman’s Gold by Ann Gimpel

Devon’s been a cop for a long time, but he can’t get his latest target’s stunning body and coppery hair out of his mind. Maybe an afternoon delight will obliterate his fantasies—at least for a while.



Lust in Bloom by Shiloh Saddler

During cotton harvest Daniel and James spend their days picking and nights in each other’s arms. They must guard against a nosy neighbor intent on taking their farm and separating the lovers forever.



Roll Against Fantasy by Allyson Lindt

A daring trip to a topless beach goes from hot to scorching for Tasha when Ryan pushes all the right buttons, both physically and through fantasy, and strips away her inhibitions.



One More Chance by Nerika Parke

Eleven years ago, Calum was Ella’s first love, before her family moved away and they lost each other. With a chance to see him again, she is determined to finally put all thoughts of him in the past. But he proves harder to get over than she’d anticipated.



An Arresting Development by Leigh Ellwood

Shy, geeky Wynton’s idea of a good time is a marathon role playing game. After meeting Mitch, he’s tempted to put away his seven-sided dice and play something different.


First Contact by Daisy Banks

Clancy hopes to claim first contact with an alien life force. When her dream comes true she agrees development of interstellar relations needs more interaction, and after their first encounter, she can hardly get enough.



Dreamwalker: Nighstcape by Pamela Moran

Reggie and Cliff have a common goal: Keep her patient and his friend from being killed. If they can keep their hands off of each other, they might stand a chance of them all coming out of this alive.



Bound by the Beta by Eva Lefoy

Casi ventures to the alpine music hall once more, and meets a sexy new wolf. His kisses set her aflame, but after their lovemaking end he demands they mate. Will she run or will curiosity and her desire to see Dahlia again make her stay?



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#gay #shifter interview with @vsmorgan1’s sexy black Hunter!

hunters mark bannerCharacter Interview – Hunter’s Mark

V.S. Morgan


Thank you, Eva, for having me on your site today. I’ve brought Hunter from my m/m Beyond Fairytales story Hunter’s Mark for an interview.

VS: Hunter’s Mark is based on the Grimm tale “The Skillful Huntsman.” Can you tell the readers how you differ from the original huntsman?

Hunter: Well, first of all I don’t think those Grimm brothers ever envisioned a big, black gay wolf shifter.

VS: (Chuckles) I bet you’re right about that.

Hunter: The original huntsman possessed a special rifle. He always hit his target with it. I don’t need a fancy rifle. I use my enhanced shifter abilities and my assassin training to get the job done.

VS: How does one become an assassin?

Hunter: I was a Marine sniper before I was recruited into the private sector.

VS: So how does it work? You kill anyone you were hired to?

Hunter: (Glowers) My organization is very particular about the targets. We kill only the worst scumbags this world has to offer. We don’t kill shifters either.

VS: Why not shifters? I’m sure there are bad ones too.

Hunter: Yeah, best for the shifters councils to deal with them. Our organization operates outside of the shifter world and its laws.

VS: Sounds like a lonely life.

Hunter: (Shrugs) I’ve got my friends and the job’s enough.

VS: What about family?

Hunter: (Purses lips) Too dangerous to be around them.

VS: So you don’t see them at all?

Hunter: (Gives slight shake of head) No, I send money home through my boss though.

VS: What do you like to do for fun?

Hunter: Me and my bud Rex work out together, fix up old cars, and I like to run.

VS: Sounds…exciting. What do you look for in a man?

Hunter: Sex was always a way blow off steam, but I met this guy recently – little dude who shines with happiness. Makes me think…

VS: Think what?

Hunter: There’s more to life than killing dirtbags.

VS: Sounds like someone’s got it bad. Tell us more.

Hunter: (Frowns) How about they read Hunter’s Mark instead? I got things that need doing.

VS: Well, alrighty then. Thank you again, Eva for having us.

Hunter: Yeah, thanks, Eva.




Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.


Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.


Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?




He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.

His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. F**k a duck.

“Miss Priscilla!”

The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.

Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.

“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.

He growled.

The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”

He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? F**k.

Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”

He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”

Casey returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared as warmth wrapped around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy freaking glowed.


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About the Author:

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.


Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com

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Twitter: @vsmorgan1





#MasturbationMonday Sexy to Go excerpt from Skin by @leighellwood #scifi #erotica


This story rings a lot of bells for me. It’s got a Star Trek type theme, with a sensual, BDSM overtone. I think you’ll like it! The story is called, Skin and it’s about a woman who gets punished on an alien planet while wearing a skin-like suit that accentuates every touch….

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Skin by Leigh Ellwood

Skin – One needs a tough skin to endure an unpleasant situation. When Lt. Andromeda Kurn is sentenced for damaging property during a shore leave, the skin suit she must wear enhances the pleasure of her punishment.



“Your sentence is ten, with the paddle,” he told her. “You will mark each one aloud, and bear in mind everybody is paying attention and will know if you’ve miscounted.”

“Yes, Captain.” Her thighs quivered, and no doubt she soaked the crotch of this skin. Captain Luther disappeared around her again and her heart leaped, anticipating the first blow. Would it hurt? How would the skin project the sensation through her?

She sensed the Captain’s practice swing before he aimed. The short burst of air cooled her heated backside, and when the first spank landed on her buttocks she barely got out the “One!” The force of the swing set the skin on fire and took her close to the edge. Agonizing seconds passed before the second blow. “Two!” she called out on a moan. The Captain hadn’t touched her pussy, but it squeezed and tingled all the same.

Soon the spanks came in quicker succession. Three, four, and five caused her nipples to harden to the point she thought they’d never soften again. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, imagining the Captain’s mouth pursed over one, without the skin.

“Six!” she cried at the next spank. The whole skin absorbed that one and centered the vibration in her clit. The first hint of orgasm sparked, and she let out a soft mewl.

Captain Luther moved close to her ear, the paddle at his side. The Carsans murmured from their dais but didn’t call the pause into question. Drommie side-eyed the trio, watching their faces cloud with suspicion.

“You want to come, don’t you, Drommie?” he whispered, his words rough and warm.

She nodded. “Not yet,” he warned. “Wait until ten. You’re doing splendid.”

Drommie let out a breath when he moved away. His voice held authority in everything—command of a ship, control of her desires. She actually calmed a bit, though her body ached for release. The skin affixed to her like a permanent layer, retaining the heat of his discipline.

She fought to count out the next three swats, which the Captain delivered with some force. Seven through nine stung her buttocks and taunted her, daring her to wail out her climax.

“One more to go, Lieutenant. Very good.” He kept his voice curt and steady, quite professional. Drommie couldn’t believe how it turned her on. All the same, she wanted this finished.

She steeled herself for ten, and when it came so did she. She drew out the word in one long syllable and rode the orgasmic wave from the suspended bar. Her feet flailed for balance and she twisted in the skin that projected the ecstatic feeling over her every nerve. The Carsans called this punishment? She could understand that—one more blow might have left her dying of bliss.

Drommie heard something clatter to the ground, and arms encircled her waist and scooped her up. She had no time to register bare hands on the skin as Captain Luther bellowed, “Allegiant, transport immediately to my quarters, now!” Drommie heard angry Carsan voices behind her, but only for a few seconds as her body dissolved with the Captain’s into the ship’s transport beam. After that, everything went black.


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This story is part of Sexy to Go, Volume 1. Get it here:

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