Friday, April 12, 2013

Faberge Nostromo

I have a darling guest today. I've tried to post this numerous times, but mechanical/technical/user problems kept happening. Well, now it's finally here. Not only is this my debut for having a male romance author, it's his debut novel, Secret Dancer :D See how that works? Rather nice, I think.

He's a good man with an erotica story to beat the band...hahahaha I know, bad pun...

Without further ado, I give you NOSTROMO!

Faberge Nostromo grew up in the East End of London before escaping to East Anglia. He has been a civil servant, a tea boy, sound engineer, a librarian and an IT consultant but always knew that he was a writer. He now lives deep in the heart of Suffolk with his wife, son and too many guitars.

Short blurb –

Danielle is a glamorous burlesque star and lover of Tomasz.
Dan has a drab life and doesn't spend enough time with homely ex-librarian Franci.
Worlds collide when Franci sees Danielle at Tomasz’s club and Dan’s secret is laid bare.
Can love conquer all and these star-crossed lovers embrace their star cross-dresser in a boy-girl-boy/girl menage a trois?

Long Blurb -
Danielle is the burlesque star of Trans-Action, Tomasz’s transvestite nightclub and also his lover.
Franci is the homely ex-librarian, baker and owner of Patisserie Francine whose lover Dan spends too much time away on business trips.
Left too often to her own devices, the fantasies inspired by the passers-by she sells coffee and cakes to reach fruition in a passionate encounter with Tomasz.
But when Dan discovers his secret lover secretly loving Franci he is torn between Danielle's glamorous secret life and Dan's drab day job.
Worlds collide when Franci sees Danielle at Tomasz’s club and Dan’s secret is laid bare.
Can love conquer all and these star-crossed lovers embrace their star cross-dresser in a boy-girl-boy/girl menage a trois?

Want a taste of his writing style? Here it is:

Tomasz gazed at her, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. Her half closed eyes burned into him. He gazed deep into them for a moment, falling into them, then his attention fell to her hand, still resting on the damp silk mound of her pussy. Her breathing was labored and heavy, her lips, soft and red, parted. His hand cupped the bulge in his perfectly pressed trousers, slowly stroking along the length of its hardness but he couldn’t stop.

Her eyes locked onto the movement of his hand. A smile that was halfway between an angel and a slut spread over her face. She looked up and her eyes met his again, hers burning with a fire that held his gaze, and she slipped her fingers inside the dampness of her panties, gently sliding a single fingertip over her still pulsing clit. A soft moan escaped her parted lips like a whispered invitation.

He stepped forward and cupped her face in his hands, gazing even deeper into the post orgasmic haze of the infinite depths of her green eyes. She looked up at him, inviting his kiss, wordlessly, and with her other hand reached for his hand, the hand that was slowly, rhythmically, rubbing up and down the aching need of his rigid cock. She flattened her palm on his and moved with him.

They kissed, no words needed, his mouth on hers, but hers the more powerful, needing to own and control his mouth, her tongue seeking out his. Her hand pressed against his, taking control of his movement now, slowing it so that she could feel how long and hard he was. And he was, so very hard, and long. She wanted that, she needed that, in her, fucking her. She pulled his hand up over his confined erection, slowly, so that they both felt the total extent of his arousal, and then pushed it more forcefully down and out of the way. He complied totally with her direction . He was hers now, hers to play with, to use. The kiss intensified, and her fingers unzipped him, reaching in, finding and grasping him. She felt the wet silky tip of his cock under her fingers as she undid his belt with her other hand, unbuttoning and freeing it so that she could wrap her fingers around the full length of him.

Then he lifted her, his hands on her hips, up onto the tabletop, and pulled himself closer to her. She responded, wrapping her legs around his waist as her fingers eased aside the wet silk of her panties.  She guided the moist head of his cock to rub against her clit, still tingling and pulsing, before she slid it lower to rest, achingly, against her pussy lips. She denied him entry, her hot, wet labia brushing, teasing him. Her hand wrapped around him stopped him from thrusting into her, despite his burning desire now to just fuck her hard and fast and unload his tight balls deep inside her. She kept him there, for just a few seconds that seemed like hours to him. She let him enjoy the wet kiss of her pussy lips on the moist tip of his cock, savoring the moment before she let his thickness disappear into her, before she let him become enclosed in the hot, wet embrace of her cunt. She was going to ride him to heaven and he was going to love every second of it.


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