A kiss is just a kiss…but is it?
Are there differences between kissing men
vs. women? Beyond the obvious, one kiss may give you a case of stubble burn and
the other may result in a touch of lipstick on your teeth, the answer is yes. Men
and women have different feelings about kissing and therefore have different
techniques. Men generally think of kissing on a physical level, while women are
more intimate and emotional. Many men
think of kissing as a necessary activity to get to something more (hello: sex).
It’s the old first base, second base, round to third and score mentality. Women,
on the other hand, share a kiss to enhance a relationship and build intimacy.
Which is better? You decide. If you’re
in the mood for both, check out I Kissed a Girl in Vegas. There’s kissing in
it. xoxo
Blurb:
Tessa Walker’s business trip takes her
to one of the poshest hotels on the Vegas Strip. Nursing a break-up, she can
use of weekend of fun and sun. Little does she know, her pool cabana mate is
none other than famous chef and restaurateur, Gianna Lucini, who introduces her
to the world of great food and forbidden passion.
Life as a jet-set chef isn’t all it’s
cracked up to be for Gianna. Like her restaurants, she insists on control in
the bedroom and her tastes run anything but plain vanilla. She’s ready to give
up on love until Tessa serves up an offer Gianna can't turn down..
Be
Warned: menage sex (MFF), f/f sex, public exhibition
Excerpt:
“Mark has
another talent you’re sure to enjoy. I’m going to take over for him so he can
show you. Just keep an open mind and let yourself go, Tessa.” Her slow words
mesmerized me as her strong fingers took over and Mark let go. Her hands were
small and soft in comparison to his. Gianna’s fingers traveled across my
shoulder blades, loosening tight muscles along the way. I grabbed the edge of
the table and slid my chair back a few inches. “Relax,” Gianna whispered. Mark
moved to my side and casually leaned against the table. He picked up my hand
and rubbed small circles around the sensitive area where my thumb met my palm.
“You have a hard time letting go. Don’t you, Tessa?” he asked.
I took a deep
breath and reached for my glass of wine, hoping it’d
provide much needed liquid courage. Mark grabbed my other hand before it could
capture the wineglass.
“You don’t need that to relax. Let me help you.” His graveled voice
rumbled its way through my body and stoked the heat settling low in my belly.
My chair
suddenly moved out further and he stepped between my knees, facing me. His gaze
moved from me to above my head where Gianna stood. She continued her
ministrations on my tight muscles. Mark smiled and his gaze moved back to me.
His fingers rubbed the inside of my palm in unison with Gianna’s hands at my
shoulders. I’d never had two people touching me in this way before. Every cell
of my body stood at attention. Like the rhythm of a gentle ocean, their
hypnotic caresses washed away any lingering insecurity.
Waves of
pleasure coursed through my body in the secluded room smack in the middle of
one of the busiest hotels in Vegas. I should’ve been embarrassed by the
attention. I should’ve got up and walked away. Things like that don’t happen to
me. However, my ass might as well have been crazy-glued to the chair, because I
wasn’t moving. The tablecloth brushed over my bare legs as Mark let go of one
of my hands and his fingers brushed my thigh. He lowered his muscled body to
his knees as Gianna gathered my hair into a ponytail. Her fingers raked through
my scalp while Mark’s fingers drew imaginary lines from my knee to high on the
inside of my thigh and back again. I swallowed hard as my pulse quickened. I
was sure Gianna could see how fast my heart was beating when she pulled my hair
and coaxed my face upward to meet her stare.
She smiled down
at me. “I want you to clear your mind and just enjoy the moment. Can you do
that for me?”
I nodded and
closed my eyes. A flash of pain gripped my scalp as Gianna tightened her hold
on my hair. My eyelids flew open and I met her crystal-blue gaze that was the
color of a Caribbean ocean.
“Be here with me, Tessa. Don’t escape into yourself. I want your eyes
on me, or Mark. Believe me, it will make the experience incredible.”
I nodded again
and she loosened the grip she had on my hair. Mark’s tongue had replaced his
fingers and he left a warm, wet trail on the inside of my thigh. He released my
other hand and both of his hands were making their way up the tops of my thighs
and under my short skirt.
Gazing at me,
his eyes burned hot and he shot me a grin. “Lift up a little, sweetheart.”
I did as he
asked and my lacy underwear was quickly swept from me, losing my shoes in the
process. His palms cupped my knees, nudging them farther apart. A wave of
insecurity washed over me as his gaze shifted to my sex.
“Remember
what I said. Relax and enjoy.” Gianna’s voice filled my ear.
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Author Bio:
Scarlet Chastain is the semi-secret
pseudonym of a multi-published, best selling author of sensual erotic romance.
Scarlet’s focus is female-centric sizzling stories written about women, for
women.
She lives in the suburban shadows of New
York City but her heart belongs to the beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually
be found in her favorite chair of her newly acquired writing cave.
If you ask her nicely, she will usually
tell you her other pen name. She’s sweet that way.
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