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I get asked a lot where I get my ideas, both for stories and for sex scenes. Mostly, there is no one specific way ideas hit me (usually upside the head). Sometimes the silliest thing will trigger a story idea. The ideas for sex scenes aren’t much different, mostly because I’m a very organic writer and let the situation, characters, etc dictate the flow of things.
But there are exceptions. Such as a few weeks ago. I was sitting at my desk, scrolling through my RSS reader and had a sudden thought.
“You know, if people ever stood over my shoulder while I scrolled through my feeds in the morning, they’d think I was a frackin’ pervert.”
See, though I do have a few news feeds, the majority of my subscriptions have to do with nude black and white photography (yeah, just an interest I have), couples, bearded men, sex and (not surprisingly) BDSM. Who says an erotic romance writer’s life isn’t fun? 😉 More than a few sex scenes that have ended up in my books have been from images I’ve come across in my feed while sipping my first cup of coffee for the day.
One of those was a scene that ultimately ended up in my On The Hunt novella, Her Master’s Collar. Though the picture is now long gone, it was a black and white picture of a Dom crouching next to a his kneeling submissive, his hand around her throat, her shirt pulled down to expose just her breasts to him.
So here’s a piece of the scene that picture inspired (warning, adult content and language):
“Your loyalty is commendable and should be rewarded.” His fingers fit under her jaw to lift her chin. Their gazes met for the first time, allowing her to notice the hurt in his eyes. Leaving her hadn’t come without a cost.
He leaned forward to press his lips against hers, teasing and tasting. She opened for him, feeling his tongue slide unhurriedly into her mouth. He tasted of salt, mint and the jasmine tea he’d had while they’d sat in the lounge. The kiss was slow and drew out the arousal spinning in her core. Everything about him overwhelmed her. Piece by piece, he slowly stripped away her ability to think about anything but following his orders. She was a breath away from abandoning their business arrangement entirely.
Sweat consistent with a blazing fever dotted her flushed skin. She wanted more, and found it increasingly harder to keep a firm handle on reality. It was too easy to give into him and give into the roles they’d slipped into in the blink of an eye.
He continued to kiss her as his finger dragged over the gentle swell of her breasts and dipped under the hem of her camisole. The hard ridge of his fingernail scraped over the tender nub of her nipple, causing her to groan into his mouth. He swallowed the noise, echoing with a low moan of his own.
Heat flooded the space between her legs as her pussy grew damper with each passing second. The atmosphere between their bodies vibrated with need, pulsing from the intensity emitting from both of their bodies. He pulled away, his hand tightening around her neck as he sucked in a deep breath between gritted teeth.
“Korene.” He growled her name, drawing out each syllable so it sounded deliciously filthy. Laser blue flashed as his gaze bored into hers, his hand trembling against her pounding pulse. She pulled in a ragged breath, overwhelmed by the authority and intensity pouring from him.
With a low, guttural growl, he drove his tongue into her mouth as his other hand clenched firmly against her nape to hold her in place. Power surged, flowing into her to give her an anchor she’d missed for the past ten years.
Here, on her knees for him, she was whole and complete again. The thought became further cemented when he pulled the neck of the shirt down to completely expose her breasts. Bared for him, he palmed one and pinched the nipple hard between his fingers. The sting sent her pulse racing even as her eyes watered. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks as he lofted her to a level of ecstasy she hadn’t realized she’d missed. He continued to hold with steady pressure, the twinges of pain quickening her breath. The surge of pain morphed to an arousal that caused her to grit her teeth.
“Let me hear how this makes you feel.”
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