Christmas Smut with Chocolate!

My kiss this time around is from an oldie, but a goodie - Drizzle Me in Chocolate. I always did like this story and who doesn't enjoy food play? Merry Christmas and enjoy the Blissmas Kiss!

Drizzle Me in Chocolate by Wendi Zwaduk  

From the Smut for Chocoholics Anthology

Absolute Erotica

Contemporary

Novel

Smut for Chocoholics is all about indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors.. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Violet Fields, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Kay Jaybee, Jacqueline Brocker, Tenille Brown, Wendi Zwaduk, Katey Red, Jenny Lyn, Tilly Hunter, Nicole Gestalt and Cass Peterson.

Chocolate might not last forever, but love does.

Elysa agreed to model chocolate, but she never imagined she’d be faced with her past. Simon Dumont playboy, millionaire and her one weakness. Can she get through the shoot with her pride intact, or is he worth losing her heart all over again?

Simon knew damn well who he wanted for those pictures. Only one woman could embody the sensuality needed to sell his exotic chocolates and chocolate inspired sex toys. Elysa Green. He’s not about to be denied a second time. Can the Casanova of Chocolates prove he’s the one man to make her happy or will their smouldering passion consume them before love strikes a second time?

Available at:

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Smut-Chocoholics-Victoria-Blisse/dp/1783332352/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1386733650&sr=8-1&keywords=Smut+for+Chocoholics

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/smut-for-chocoholics-victoria-blisse/1117024977?ean=9781783332359

And now for a hot excerpt!

Simon stood and whisked her off the chaise lounge. She’d walked out of his life before and without much explanation. Part of him wanted her to rebuke him, but the rest of him craved her. Elysa Green affected him much like the chocolate—one taste wasn’t enough.

“Finish the shoot, then we can play.” He placed the square of chocolate on her tongue. “We’ve got all night.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned again. She chewed in deliberate motions, licking her lips. Her cheeks infused with a beautiful shade of pink.

“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“You will.” He wrapped one arm around her. “Remember our games?”

“How could I forget?” Her blush deepened.

“The other half of the shoot involves the games we played and showcasing the more decadent, sexual side of my chocolate business. I’m just watching—you’re modelling the items.” He rubbed his cock between her thighs, reminding her how much he wanted her. “All of them.”

Elysa opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything she rose up on her toes and kissed him. The connection seared him to the core. A touch of the chocolate remained on her lips. He curled his other arm around her waist and smoothed his left hand up to the base of her neck. Elysa moaned and writhed against his chest. Yes, this was what he missed. She came alive in his embrace and pushed him to want more from her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to his appraisal.

“Whatever you want from me, I’m yours,” she murmured. Her skirt shifted high on her hips, exposing her ass and the tiny thong she wore.

“Fuck.” Simon walked her backwards to the chaise and eased her onto the butter soft leather surface. Her hair fanned out around her face like a caramel wave and she puckered her kiss swollen lips. He didn’t bother to move the skirt, but rather shifted the panties aside. Her scent, flowery perfume and musk drifted up to him. His mouth watered.

“Take me, Simon.”  She opened her legs and dragged two fingers down her pussy lips. Her juices glittered in the harsh lighting.

He shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t fuck her in the middle of a photo shoot, but holy shit. He’d been refused for too long.

Behind him a door opened and closed. “I somehow figured I’d find you in this position.”

Simon knew that voice. Paolo. Elysa’s eyes widened and she pushed her clothes back into place. Simon glanced over his shoulder, then scooted in front of her to hide what was left of her modesty. “Paolo.”

“Thanks for coming on a short notice. We were waiting on you.” The one photographer Simon trusted to created the perfect images of Elysa nude and drizzled in chocolate—Paolo. The other photographer might have worked, but he wanted the guaranteed best.

“And in heat.” Paolo dropped his shoulder bag onto the desk. “And Simon, you know I’ve done it all. Nothing shocks me, honey, I’ve seen it all. Now who is getting naked and what naughty chocolates are we photographing for the catalogue?”

@Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK FOURTEEN

 Indy, Indy. You put up a good fight. Can’t say you didn’t. But the Bengals came out on top. Who dey!!

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...O-line makes it happen...”

What does, with what?

“...6 guys coming at him...”

Someone had better have a towel.

“...get the linebacker on the second level....”

Does that mean going to second base? Or is there another hole I don’t know about?

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...that’s total domination...”

Intensity. I like it.

“...jumped early. Let’s see if he was bated....”

Yes, let’s check the instant replay.

“...loses his feet...”

Where’d they go?

“...hand signals are not gonna work in this snow...”

But the fetish is worth it.

“....stretching horizontally...”

Kinky. Getting ready for the big night.

“....pulls under center...”

And he loved every moment of it.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.

“...this one’s a wiggler....”

Maybe try some bondage tape. Or rope. Or there’s handcuffs.

We’re down to the last three. Can we make it? Yes we can. Can we win them? I sure as heck hope so! Grin.

 Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!

A Visit From the Cover Faery....Firelit Magic!

The second of my Witches books, Firelit Magic, will be out early next year. Here's the fabulous cover art from Posh Gosh!

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK THIRTEEN

HA! That was a messy win, but a win over those Chargers. Squee! 8-4 and on top of the AFC North is not too shabby. Who dey!!

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...One push off and you can get open...”

Um... duh?

“...Dual threat tight end can do it all...”

Nice! Is he for sale, too?

“...Good block. Strained Murray to the outside....”

As long as nothing got hurt, it’s all good.

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...open...hauls it in...”

Ah, he’s going caveman!

“...when in doubt, keep the extra guys in...”

The more the better!

“...foot was too wide and it wasn’t finishing...”

Foot fetish... ew. Just ew.

“...strong armed it into the corner...”

Hey, at least he knows what he’s doing and doesn’t think twice.

“....slot receiver at the line...”

Oh, so that’s the new code name. Got it.

“....Slot receiver matched up well...”

Well, we hope so, but we can’t all get what we want.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.

“...Big hands, largest guy...good on this completion....”

You know what they say about big guys... they’re goofy looking. Snicker. At least he got the job done.

We’ve got three home games and four left in the season. Here’s to a high note for all four weeks. Who dey!

 Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!

Sunday Snoggin' with Play to Him

Read the other snogs here!

Like BDSM? Like Billionaires? Then you might like Play to Him from the Bound to the Billionaire anthology. Here's a snippet from the story to enjoy as my Sunday Snog!

:-)

Play to Him by Wendi Zwaduk  

From the Bound to the Billionaire Anthology

Totally Bound

Contemporary, BDSM, M/F, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, Bondage

Short Story

The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.

Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She's making her own rules.

Except with the billionaire playboy she can't get out of her mind.

Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He's got the tools to jumpstart her career and he's not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.

She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?

Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/play-to-him?author_id=125

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ASNL6PM/

AllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-playtohim-1031637-147.html

And a Hot Excerpt for your pleasure!

“Are you ready to play?”

“Yes, Sir.” A rush of adrenaline, much like when she strummed her guitar, rushed through her veins. Her nipples beaded behind the fabric of her corset. PLAY TO HIM Wendi Zwaduk www.total-e-bound.com 14

The collar dangled from his fingers. “And you’re willing to wear this and do whatever I ask of you?”

His husky tone radiated up and down her spine. Cream slickened the inside of her thighs from anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”

He secured the collar about her throat, then smoothed his fingers over her cheek to tip her gaze. “Kitten.”

Maybe it was the power in his voice or the strength he exuded when he stood in front of her, but a calm washed over her. All the things she had to control melted away and all of her insecurities evaporated when he collared her.

Sebastian pulled the leash from his pocket. When had he secreted all the gear? The chain made noise when he shook it out. Or had she been so entranced by him she had refused to notice? He clicked the leash in place on the D-ring, then let the chain dangle between her breasts.

“I want to strip you down to those boots and the stockings, but we have to venture across the building. I won’t have anyone else gawking at you.” He wrapped the free end of the leash around his hand. “Come.”

She took the assumed position and folded her hands behind her back once more, then bowed her head. She longed to trail her fingers over the sprinkling of stubble on his cheeks, but kept herself in check.

With him leading, she took two steps. Sebastian stopped. “On second thought…open.” Rhiannon opened her mouth and he placed the end of the leash between her teeth.

“I want a hint.” He loosened the ribbons at the front of her corset. The sides of the garment slipped free. No one would see anything from the front. If she moved or twisted, then she’d give a show. He crossed around behind her and tugged her skirt up past her hips. “A thong.” He groaned and kissed her bare shoulder. “So hot.” He nipped her skin. “And so unnecessary.” He gripped the thin material and pulled. The thong tore from her hips and bared her body to him.

She suppressed a wince. The thong cost more than a hundred dollars. But he expected her to wear the best.

“I owe you a new thong. One of these days.” He covered her with the skirt. “Or maybe I’ll require you to never wear undergarments in my presence.”

Blissemas! Let's Celebrate in Style!

It's my day for Blissemas!! I love this time of year. Lots of presents and merriment for everyone. 

By JD Hancock from Austin, TX, United States
 (Merry Christmas 2010) [CC-BY-2.0
(http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)],
via Wikimedia Commons

For my part of Blissemas, I'll share one of my family's traditions. Every year at Christmas (and other times of the year, but especially at Christmas), my family and I go to the local stores. We don't shop for ourselves. We shop for pets. Not just our pets, but the pets at the local animal shelters.  

About twelve years ago, I was at the local store and I'd seen a box to donate food and supplies to the local animal shelter. This box has the most pitiful picture of kittens on it. I won't go into huge detail, but the poor little guys were in cages and just looked so sad. I went right back that moment and bought stuff for the box. I suppose it was supposed to make me feel better. In a way it did, but in many ways, it didn't. I wasn't in a position to rescue any other critters, having a cat and dog already. But I figured if I could at least give the shelter some of the items they needed, I could do something. The next year, I increased the amounts I gave to the shelter--more dog food, cat food, kitten food, puppy food and cat litter. 

Then the small person came along. Even when tot was small, we included tot in this tradition. Once tot got big enough to understand what was going on, tot encouraged us to keep the tradition going. We look forward to that day when we get the items for the shelter. We usually spend time there playing with the animals, too. This year will be a little different. We'll still make sure we bring supplies. Can't forget those. But this year, we're adopting a dog from the shelter. We'll be doing our part to bring one animal home for the holiday.

I know what you're thinking. Lots of people make the mistake of getting an animal for the holiday, only to give it back or give it away when the cute wears off. We won't be doing that. Why? The moment I saw the dog, I couldn't say no. I'm also the type that if I make up my mind to do something, I'll do it. No going back. Besides, the dog didn't do anything to be given back other than the cute wearing off. That's a load of hooey. The small cuteness might not be there, but you have to find the cute in everything they do. Dogs and cats can be your best friend if you open your heart. We certainly do. 

Now for the other fun part of Blissemas! The presents! To join in on Blissemas, simply leave a comment on this post and the others at http://blissemas.co.uk and you could be in to win your choice of eReader or $100 gift voucher to spend on eBooks! The prize will be drawn on the 21^st December. Merry Blissemas!

Now about my pen name's latest release and a tasty Christmas treat, Ribbobed!

Ribboned (Red Velvet Christmas) by Megan Slayer 

Number in Series: 5

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, BDSM

Themes: Elves, Dragons and Magical Creatures, Christmas

Ribbons aren’t just for decorating anymore.

Daria Elf never expected to be moved to the velvet ribbon department right before Christmas. She also never expected her boss to be the object of her wettest fantasies. Can she keep her cool, or will she end up on Raven's Naughty List?

Raven Elf has his sights set on Daria. He wants her for his department, his bed and bound in his thick velvet ribbons. He'll get his girl, but the hard part is convincing her that their connection is meant to last.

Available here: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2157

And now a hot excerpt!!

She clicked the handle and eased the door open. There, in all his red-and-green, towering glory, stood Raven. His blue eyes blazed and a grimace marred his face. “You were summoned ten minutes ago. Where have you been?” He folded his muscle-corded arms. “Hmm?”

His gravelly voice drew a shiver from deep in her being. She cleared her throat. No way she’d let him scare her -- not yet. “Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I ran right down here.” And worked up her courage to talk to him. She rested her hands on her hips. “I thought maybe Santa was in the nog again and made a mistake.”

Raven stepped toward her. Unlike the rest of the elves, he didn’t wear a hat. His dark hair slid over his brow, obscuring her view of his eyes. “This request is very real and binding.” His voice dropped to a growl on the last word.

Her heart and brain warred. Working in the ribbon room was a year-round commitment. Unlike those in the other parts of the Christmas plant, the people who worked with Raven didn’t seem to have much of a social life. Then again, did she recall anyone admitting they worked with him? Looking at the strapping elf in front of her, she wondered if it was the binding part of the job that scared people.

Raven was the stuff of rumor and innuendo. He didn’t just use his ribbon for package decoration or house décor -- he dabbled in BDSM and used the velvety strips to bind his lovers. Her body tingled. Would he wrap her in nothing but his ribbons? Make her scream his name? Oh, holy night, she hoped so.

“I’m willing to take on the standard hitch down here,” she said, praying her voice hadn’t wobbled.

“Perfect.” His eyes glittered and a small smile curled on his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”

* * *

By Ater Crudus (www.saligiaproject.blogspot.com)
[CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)],
via Wikimedia Commons

Raven widened his stance and drank in the sight of the tiny elf. She had no idea what the frost she’d gotten herself into. He suppressed a bigger grin. He loved newbies, especially ones with soft brown hair and crimson lips. His cock twitched behind the buttons of his pants. Something about her screamed innocence. She didn’t know how pretty she was. His jacket suffocated him. Pine nuts. Few women affected him, but she brought the arousal from deep in his soul.

Little did the faux-fur-wearing minx know just how binding the ribbon room could be.

“This is the Ribbon Room.” He put one arm around her shoulders and guided her to one of the three chairs in the room. “I prefer to work alone, but this year the requests for red velvet ribbon are on the rise. Santa agreed to my request for help.” He sat her down on the plush black velvet chair. “You.”

How’d she like that little revelation?

“Me?” she squeaked and stared at him. “I don’t know anything about ribbons other than they belong on presents.”

“I’ll train you.” In every way he knew how. “We’ll be working tonight until the wee hours. Can you manage?” Could she take the strain of working with him?

“Yes, sir.” She smiled and gave him a mock salute. “You tell me what to do and I’ll do it as best I can.”

Yes, she would.

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK TWELVE

 A game is great, but the rest is earned. The Bengals are still on top of the division, but the Steelers and Ravens are on the way back. Here’s to keeping up the momentum after the break!

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...stuffed it deep and held it tight...”

I certainly hope both partners enjoyed the stuffing.

“...loose ball...”

This one is pretty simple, but if you’re not looking, it sounds bad. I mean, if that ball is loose, what else can go wrong?

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...Brown hits from 23...”

Is that his track record? Or the notches on his belt?

“...Finds his tight end and completes...”

I ask you...completes what? Hee hee.

“...that kind of quickness off the edge and you get holding...”

I would hope so. He’s got to tackle something.

“...Needed pressure and able to get it...”

What did he use to GET that pressure?

“....3 men on the rush...”

Sounds like the start of a hot time!

“....Floats it...”

I’d like to see how he does that.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.

“...Contact made before the ball arrives....”

Okay, usually that’s how it works. There’s space between contact and the ball. Again, an instant replay should be shown.

Stay tuned for the quotes from Week Thirteen. The best is yet to come and it’s only going to get harder from here. Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK ELEVEN (On Thursday!)

We battled the Browns and came out on top. The first quarter looked pretty questionable, though. Still...a win is a win—even if it’s dirty.

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...Stuff him at the line of scrimmage...”

Is he a turkey?

“...Slack formation on this play...”

Hmm... I guess that puts a new spin on tightening up.

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...Could not punch it in...”

Just sounds wrong. And painful.

“...Return game a real concern...”

So you’re saying there won’t be a second date?

“...well-executed play...”

Good. I’m glad to see he’s recovered.

“...totally not open...”

They should make signs for this. Let people know what they are getting into right away.

“....Would like the glances of Nicks...”

Well, yes, We’d all like some attention. Grin.

“....Big Body Control...”

The big ones are the ones you need to keep an eye on. Always worth it.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.

“...Not good in the red zone....”

My question is... which red zone are you referring to? Muwhahaha.

Stay tuned for the quotes from Week Twelve. The bye week is this week and we need the rest. Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!

Hump Day Humps with Honey and Decadence

Read the other humps here! 

Because food play is so much fun!

'Honey and Decadence' by Wendi Zwaduk  

In the Whip It Up Anthology

Total-E-Bound

Contemporary, M/F, Anal Sex, BDSM, Food Play, Fetish, Novella

All work and no play makes life boring…unless there's a dollop of whipped cream and a studded paddle involved. Then it's all fun.

Roxy loves her job at the Delight Tonight restaurant, but she longs for more. She’d rather find employment using her accounting skills. Her boss, Sean, has mentioned he’s interested in bringing her on as an accountant. Can she keep her wits about her or will she cave in to the blossoming feelings she has for him?

Sean doesn’t date his staff…ever. Except, Roxy makes him rethink his rules. She’s curvy, sexy and one of the few people he trusts. When he’s given the birthday surprise of his life, he knows he wants Roxy in every way.

Will getting her into his bed translate into a love to last forever, or a lust and chocolate-filled disaster?

Available here:

https://www.totallybound.com/honey-and-decadence

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Honey-Decadence-Wendi-Zwaduk-ebook/dp/B00GP0IHUY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1384613586&sr=8-1&keywords=wendi+zwaduk+honey+and+decadence

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-honeyanddecadence-1348637-147.html

EXCERPT:

Talk about a great surprise. Sean picked up a second berry, then dragged it through the whipped cream. He licked the cream off the crimson strawberry but barely tasted the fruit. He focused his attention on the sight of Roxy, his fantasy girl, covered in food. Elias knew what Sean liked and how to come through in the clinch. Sean trailed his fingers down her leg. She shivered and stuffed her hands under her bottom. He couldn’t have imagined a better display for his birthday supper.

“So pretty.” He sat on the chair, then leaned over her and sucked one of the cherries into his mouth. She closed her eyes and her lips parted farther. The Nyotaimori girls weren’t supposed to react to the patrons—not in a traditional setting. But this, this was not traditional by a long shot. Sean dipped his finger in the whipped cream then drew a heart on her sternum.

Her cheeks flooded with colour and she whimpered.

“Talk to me, Roxy.” He dragged the other cherry in the fluffy white cream, then dangled it over her mouth. “First, take a bite.”

She curled her tongue around the cherry before pulling the fruit from the stem. Her brown eyes glittered and she moaned.

“So sexy.” He hooked his finger in the cake, then smeared frosting on her belly. The contrast of the perky blue frosting and her pale skin turned him on. He swiped his tongue through the sugary concoction, cleaning her up. His cock thickened and the blood rushed through his body. If they were in his bedroom, he’d do so much more with her. So much more.

“Don’t stop,” Roxy panted. She arched her back, offering herself to him. “Please?”

Oh hell yes, he’d take things further. He scooted to the head of the table and cupped her jaw in his hand. The sugary confection on his fingers smudged on her cheek. Time to tell her about their shared past and how much he wanted to give their future a try.

“You’re not wearing your red velvet mask.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then licked her bottom lip. “It’s sexy as hell, but I like you better without it.”

“You remembered,” she whispered.

“I couldn’t forget.” He kissed her again, this time taking total control of the connection. He tangled their tongues and learnt her taste. When she moaned, he slid one arm behind her neck. “I want to play with you. More than anything we could do at Push and so much hotter.”

Her chest heaved. “Play?” The corner of her mouth curled. “I’d love to be yours for the night.”

Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK TEN

I missed last week’s post. I’m bad. Call it a slack in posting because of the loss to the Ravens. Sheesh. In overtime, too... Sigh. But you have to take the bad with the good.

I’ve only got one from the week before for an Honorable Mention, but it’s a goodie!

“...Shows that leg ability...”

Hee hee. Ability to do what, exactly?

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...Stop him in the slot...”

Now, whoa, wait a minute. Don’t stop him too early.

“...covering backs in the backfield...”

Someone has to cover them.

“...he stuffed that one...”

Well, that’s putting it bluntly.

“...timed it just right and there is penetration...”

Timing does help when you want penetration. Too early and it just won’t fly.

“....A slot combination...”

So that’s what they’re calling it these days. I see.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.

“...punched that one right through...”

My, he is aggressive.

Stay tuned for the quotes from Week Eleven. Coming later this week as I get caught up. After the losses to the Dolphins and the Ravens, the week Eleven win against the Browns was certainly needed. Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!