Welcome Elizabeth Black!

Lust's First Kiss

The first kiss in a love affair is full of fireworks. I remember the first time I kissed each of my lovers. Each one was special and memorable in its own right. The first time Catherine kissed her lover Ryan is based on a similar first kiss I had with one of my own lovers when I was in college. That kiss in the rain is very romantic. Like Catherine, I also said “I love the feel of rain on my face...” Raindrops fell on my face as I stood with my eyes closed, not knowing he was approaching me to do much more than give me a peck on the cheek. My head swam when his lips crushed mine. It came totally without warning. I almost lost my balance as he held me in his arms. He took me completely by surprise since he'd been wrestling kissing me for several days at that point. That kiss was the symbol that we had crossed the line and there was no returning to mere friendship status. We were officially lovers at that point.

Each kiss struck me that way. It was a watershed moment. I can tell a lot about a man from his kiss. If he slobbers all over me and tries to eat me alive I'm completely turned off. If he pecks at me like a chicken I'm equally turned off. If a man wants to drive me mad, kiss my lips and work your way down my throat. I'll be putty in your arms in no time.

How about you? What memorable kisses have you experienced?

BLURB:

DON'T CALL ME BABY is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural moors she collides with on a daily basis.

It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for ions. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes, married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.

She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards. Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content.

Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for, and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.

EXCERPT:

Raindrops fell on Catherine's arms, and she knew it was time to depart. Ryan brushed his hand against his face as rain dripped on his brow. “We should get going before we get drenched.”

Catherine raced to his car with him following several yards behind. She leaned against the passenger door, turning her face up to catch the few scattered raindrops. Any second now and the sky would open with a deluge. Ryan stood a few feet away from her, giving her a quizzical look she couldn't quite read. Was he deciding what to do with her, since she was such a tempting tease who made it clear she wanted him? She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the cool rain and the electric smell of a growing storm.

“I love the feel of rain on my face…” She did not get to finish her thought because Ryan took her up in his arms, kissing her so hard he bruised her lips. She felt a week's worth of pent-up passion in his embrace, and she wrapped her arms around his broad back, enjoying a kiss so intense it left her breathless. His tongue slid into her mouth, seeking every inch of her. She melted into his embrace, kissing him hungrily as she massaged the tense muscles in his shoulders. His erection poked at her leg as he pressed his groin into her. He wants me so much he can barely contain himself!

Welcome Elizabeth Black

DON’T CALL ME ‘BABY’ by Elizabeth Black is on SALE!


From now until February 23rd 2012, you can purchase your very own copy for the low price of $4.99 at All Romance E-Books. Don’t miss out on your chance to be enthralled by this wonderful contemporary romance, full of everything you would expect when a woman is exploring her sexuality during the 1980’s.

Don’t Call Me Baby by Elizabeth Black

Synopsis:

DON'T CALL ME 'BABY' is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis.

It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes – married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.

She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards! Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content.

Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for – and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.



***

Excerpt:

Catherine Stone looked around the amusement park and rides but saw nothing unusual. It was the end of another hot and humid day in Maryland during the summer of 1983. The sun had set behind the trees, casting shadows across the park hiding the car she sat in to some extent. Catherine wished it were a bit darker outside, because she was in constant fear of getting caught, but it was a hot June evening, so that was too much to ask for. Besides, the possibility of getting caught thrilled her, made the encounter all the more exciting for her. Every horn blowing and car pulling in made her hair stand on end. Will this be the cop who pulls us over? Can we get away with me sucking him off here yet again?

She unzipped Brian's trousers, and slipped her hand inside. Reaching into his briefs, her fingers wrapped around his growing cock and it jumped at her touch. Brian is so predictable. All he ever wants is for me to suck his cock. Good thing I demand a good, expensive meal after these trysts, or I'd get nothing out of them. She pulled his cock out of his trousers, feeling the organ spread out in her palm.

“Oh, that feels good. I love it when you stroke me off.”

She stroked his shaft, gripping him harder as her hand reached the base. Every time she squeezed, his cock jumped in her hand. She liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. Purple with arousal and thick with veins, the well-formed head glistened with pre-cum. In her years since starting college she had enjoyed many different types of cocks and Brian's was especially hot because it was so big and he was uncircumcised. She liked the look of hard cocks. When they were hard they were so sensitive. A twist a little too far this way or that way could hurt, yet she knew from what past lovers had told her, the pain felt so good. She liked pulling Brian's cock too far; just to get a painful, yet aroused reaction out of him. Although she felt impatient, she relished the fact that she was a good lay. Her blowjob skills had improved greatly over the months, and she could also make Brian come very quickly with her hand jobs.

As she gently rolled back his foreskin and stroked his growing shaft, she cradled his balls in her other hand. She liked the way his cock grew to nearly twice its size, when all she did was brush her fingers against it. It felt hard yet sinewy, like a garden hose full of water. She enjoyed the effect she had on him, and she relished her power. Sex was a heady power surge, and Catherine could not get enough of it.

Brian's cock was big; longer and thicker than other cocks she had the pleasure of sucking and fucking. Plus, at his age of fifty-eight, he stayed harder for a longer time, and it took him much longer to come than men her own age of twenty-two. Catherine never faked orgasms. She liked sex so much that she had no trouble coming every time she fucked. When she didn't feel like coming, she simply said so. Faking an orgasm was something she never even considered doing.

Tonight was one night, however, that she wished Brian would hurry up, come, and get it over with. She hated their trysts at the park because she got little if anything out of them. She would much rather stay in a nice hotel and spend the evening fucking without feeling any pressure, but that was not to be this evening. She needed to be at Silver Spring College in the morning for her new summer job. So here she sat, sexually unsatisfied and feeling a bit used wondering when she was going to meet a man who could satisfy her insatiable sexual needs.

Little did she know that several men, including a father and son, would please her over the upcoming summer weeks, including one man who was her match.

“Yes, stroke it, Baby. Go slowly.”

“Don't call me 'Baby'.” She hated it when he called her 'baby'. It made her feel like she was his property. “Baby” was also what her father called her mother when he was trying to excuse his extramarital affairs. He'd say, “I'm sorry, Baby,” when all he was sorry for was getting caught, not the actual affairs themselves. Catherine wondered if she saw married men because of the way her father treated her mother. At least with a married man, he couldn't force her to be exclusive. She didn't have to make a commitment to a married man or get too emotionally invested. She was interested in the sex more than the relationship. Whenever Brian called her “Baby”, he reminded her of why she saw married men and that made her feel uncomfortable. She preferred to be called “Honey” which sounded more affectionate. She'd even accept “Hon”, which was a popular term of endearment in her native Baltimore but Brian was from New York. She hated “Baby” because it sounded so crude to her. Her roommate's obnoxious boyfriend called her “Baby” when he was lying to her, so the word left a bad taste in Catherine's mouth.

***

About Elizabeth Black

I live in Massachusetts next to the ocean with my husband, son, and four cats. My articles and erotic books and short stories have been published by Romance Divine, Circlet Press, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, Xcite Books, Ravenous Romance, eXcessica Publishers, Scarlet Magazine, Sexis Magazine, Alternet, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Good Vibrations Magazine, and nuts4chic.



Here's where to find me elsewhere on the web:

The Countess - Blog


Elizabeth Black - RomanceWiki

Elizabeth Black - Facebook

Elizabeth Black - Twitter

Elizabeth Black - Yahoo Group

Lizzie's Sexy Newsletter