Who is she? What is she? And what will they do with her? Ashe Barker is Visiting Me Today!

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Today, I am honored to have Ashe Barker on my blog today to promote her new book: Theirs: Found and Claimed. She was so nice to bring over a HOT snippet for y'all. Enjoy!  

“Am I hurting you?” Sylvan is sliding his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, the motion slow, deliberate, utterly seductive. All the while Luca continues to torment my clit, teasing me to a near frenzy then allowing his fingers to slide away until he barely touches me.

I shake my head as I gnaw on my lower lip. This is wonderful, the sensations they are creating are sheer unadulterated bliss, but it’s torture too. I yearn for… something, something more. But at the same time I never want this to end.

“That’s two fingers. This is three…” Sylvan pulls his fingers out of me again, then carefully parts my pussy lips with his free hand before slipping back inside. The stretch is delicious, the slight burn at my entrance intoxicating. I am aware of every callused centimetre of his long digits as they ease back inside me and my body reshapes to accept them.

“Does this hurt?” The question is murmured, Sylvan’s voice low and compelling, “or this?” He somehow twists his hand within me to change the angle of his penetration. He scissors his fingers, rubbing a spot somewhere on the front wall of my pussy. Everything I was already feeling is intensified, as though white lights explode in my head, behind my eyes. My entire body convulses now and I let out a high-pitched moan.

Luca takes a firm hold on my clit and squeezes hard, pulling as he does so. The pleasure is beyond belief, and seems to rush into that one single place, the very core of my being. Helpless to resist, unable to control my response even if I wanted to, I splinter.

There’s warmth, wetness, even more than before. Sylvan’s fingers move easily inside me, skilled and accurate, drawing my response out, bringing me back to that shimmering peak again and again. I am floating, my bones liquid, my senses shattered. There is nothing in this universe beyond the amazing sensations exploding at my core then rippling out to fill every extremity of my body.

I lose any sense of time, of space, but that does not matter because they have me. I drift, suspended between reality and some magical, mystical realm beyond, unable to comprehend what has just happened. I settle back down, breathless, and the heady sensations dissipate. I become aware of my surroundings again, and of my still-overwhelming need. The phase is relentless, assuaged only momentarily by the rush of my release. If anything, my need to have Sylvan inside me, fully sheathed within my needy pussy, is greater now, even more compelling.

“She just gushed. We’re swimming in it down here.” Again I do not comprehend Sylvan’s meaning, but his tone is warm and he seems satisfied with the situation.

“Excellent, that’ll help. Now would be a good time then…” Luca relinquishes his hold on my clit and reaches for my spread legs. He grips me behind each knee and pulls my thighs wider apart, at the same time tilting me up a little as though to offer me to Sylvan. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll love this bit, I promise.”

I go limp in Luca’s arms as the other male rises up to kneel on the bed. I crane my neck to peer down and watch, detached almost as Sylvan positions his awesome cock at my entrance then begins to press forward. He uses his fingers to part my pussy lips to gain better access, then suddenly the entire head of his cock is inside me. The lips of my pussy are spread wide, stretching around him and I am intensely aware of every intimate detail.

I stiffen, and whimper softly. Luca’s breath is on my neck. “Are we hurting you?”

“No,” I manage, “not hurting. It is just… it feels so strange.”

“Mmm, I’ll bet.” He nibbles on my earlobe before opening his lips around the skin in the crook of my neck and sucking there. The sensation is almost as erotic as Sylvan’s slow, steady penetration and I moan quietly.

Sylvan leans forward, his right hand on the bed to support his weight and his left finds my breast. He caresses the lower curve then flicks my nipple with his fingertip. The unexpected stimulation unleashes another rush of sensation and I thrust against him, impaling myself yet more on his solid cock. He sinks in, and the stretch feels near impossible as my body parts to admit him. Then he stops. He has reached the limit, the point beyond which it is not possible to proceed. I chance a quick glance down to see perhaps half his length still visible and I know this is not quite correct. I was right, he is just too large, too—

“Aagh!” I scream as a searing pain stabs me, momentarily taking my breath away. In that instant Sylvan moves, shifts, and the remainder of his massive cock drives forward to fill me.

It is done, and I am dead.

Theirs: Found and Claimed Blurb 

When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?

Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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"I heard you were a bad little girl, kitten". Sara Fields is Visiting!

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Today, I have a friend over on my blog. It has been forever that I've promoted a fellow author on my blog, so I'm really excited to be back to it. Sara Fields was awesome to let me host her and her new book, Wedded to the Warriors here. She brought a sexy snippet for y'all to read! Enjoy!

Moist desire pooled between her legs, trickling down her thighs and she groaned as she unsuccessfully tried to squeeze her limbs together. Her chest heaved with arousal and their lips began to brush against the tiny hairs of her skin, igniting shivers throughout her body. Two of them kissed either side of her neck and the third began to caress her breasts, heavy and tight with her lust. Her nipples pebbled at his attention, hardening painfully as he took one and then the other in his mouth. 
Tongues swirled across her flesh and she arched into them. Hands stroked her aching buds, squeezing and pinching her nipples, while yet another grazed her neck and pushed up into her long dark locks. 

His fist tightened, pulling her hair back painfully, but she moaned at the feeling as electric desire shot straight to the bundle of nerves between her legs, already desperate for their attention. 

The first voice that spoke was soft, almost sweet, making her yearn to please him in whatever way he demanded of her. 

“I heard you were a bad little girl, kitten. And that means you’re going to be spending some quality time over my knee getting your bottom spanked until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.” 

She moaned out loud, imagining her naked body lying over his thighs, his heavy palm spanking her bottom cheeks red for her disobedient behavior. Another voice whispered in her ear, this one gruffer, expectant of her immediate obedience. 

“I told you to get on your knees and suck your men’s cocks and you failed to obey me. Instead, you’re going to get spanked by me too, only I’m going to use my leather belt on your naughty backside to teach you to never hesitate when I give you a command again.” 

Her bottom tingled in anticipation of his leather lash and she whined with need for it. Her hips rocked, almost as if his punishment was already about to descend on her quivering, trembling cheeks. 

A third voice met her ears, low and sensual, yet full of confident promise. Her pussy ached to be filled by all three of them, one after another and she moaned, all her senses heightened to such a state that she didn’t know how much more she could handle without combusting in a never- ending orgasm. 

“You denied me access to your body, gorgeous. I cannot condone such naughty behavior. I’m going to stretch that naughty bottom of yours nice and wide, then fill it with my cock. I’ll make you beg for me by the time I’m finished with you,” the third voice whispered into her ear. 

Wedded to the Warriors Blurb
As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.

This facility is no ordinary prison, however. It is a training center for future brides, and once Aimee has been properly prepared, she will be intimately, shamefully examined and then sold to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden, and to make an example of her, Aimee is offered as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman but to three huge, fiercely dominant warriors of the planet Ollorin.

Though Ollorin males are considered savages on Earth, Aimee soon realizes that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her men to master her completely, will she find herself begging for more as her beautiful body is claimed hard and thoroughly by all three of them at once?

Publisher’s Note: Wedded to the Warriors includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that this book was previously published under the title Claimed by the Savages.

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Meredith's Monday Musings: Working Out!

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How's everyone doing? I'm doing pretty good, but I'm tired. We've been in February less than a week and already I've been more active in it than all of last January. Today's topic for Meredith's Monday Musings is: Working out!

Who here likes to work out? Hmmm...it always surprises me when I see a couple of hands. Personally, I hate working out, it's like torture to me. Having to use a machine or be in a class full of other people, ick!! I always feel like everyone is watching me mess up a pose, if I'm in a yoga class. Or people are judging me when I don't run as fast as they're going when I'm on a treadmill next to a person.

Sweating. I hate being all sweaty and stinky. As soon as I start to feel warm or sticky, I like to go and take a shower. Being clean is one of the best feelings in the world to me. :-)

Putting aside the being around other people and sweating, a person has to deal with their muscles burning when they're completing their sets of exercises. Who enjoys that?! I hate it when I feel like my arms, abs, legs, etc are going to revolt and stop working for me.

Despite my lack of love towards all of the above, I have to admit, once the workout is over and the endorphins from all the blood pumping go to my head, I love working out then. (I know, just did a total 180 on y'all). It feels amazing to know that despite my hatred of working out in front of people, and sweating, and feeling like my muscles were going to stop working, once that work out is complete, I feel amazing. The day after a tough work out session, feeling those sore muscles, yeah it's annoying; but it also makes me proud that I breathed through the pain and finished the session.

So, what do y'all think about working out? Do you love it, hate it, or both?

Have a great Monday!

Meredith's Monday Musings: Groundhog's Day

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Happy Monday! I'm in a super good mood right now! I had a productive weekend and am ready to have just as productive of a week! Plus, my favorite holiday is coming up! Today's Meredith's Monday Musing post is all about: Groundhog's Day!

I have no idea how Groundhog's Day became an actual holiday. I can only imagine that it started with two drunk guys picking up a groundhog and deciding that, that animal was going to predict if we'd have an early spring or longer winter. Who knows, maybe Ben Franklin started it?

Groundhog's Day is my favorite holiday for the entire year. Why, you ask? For one, I love the idea of having a shortened winter. If any of you are friends with me on Facebook, you'll know that I hate the cold. So, I'm down to being told by an animal that an early spring is coming.

Furthermore, I love this holiday because there aren't any expectations for it. It seems like that with every other holiday, people have to eat certain foods, buy certain things, sing certain songs, etc. For Groundhog's Day, no rules apply. Therefore, there's no stress that goes along with it.

Lastly, I love Groundhog's Day because it is such the "underdog" when it comes to holidays. No one ever picks Feb-2nd as their favorite holiday. People will always say Christmas, Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, etc are their favorite holidays. It makes me feel bad for this holiday that no one views it as their favorite. (I know, it's a silly train of thought). So, I decided I would view it as mine.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Mr. Groundhog tells us that we'll have a shortened winter. What do y'all predict he'll say?

Happy Monday!

Meredith's Monday Musings: ModCloth

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How's it going? It's Monday again. A new week, a new chance to meet the goals we set for ourselves. I'm hoping to get some writing done. I've been slacking on that a little. Today's Meredith's Monday Musing topic is: ModCloth!

I have a confession to make. I hate shopping in stores most times. *If* I'm in the right mood and it isn't too crowded in the store, I can manage. However, 9 times out of 10, I prefer to shop online, especially when I know that the store runs true to size.

One website that I frequent quite often is ModCloth. It's an online fashion boutique that has a unique style to it. Some of the clothes are retro, others are more one of a kind feel, and others are just go along with the fashion trends of today.

Another thing that I love about ModCloth is that they don't just cater to skinny women. Their sizes range from XS to 4X.

I really like them because so many of their clothes just fit my personality so well! They really like polka dots over there, which I LOVE! I bet about half my shirts and socks have come from ModCloth. I sadly can't get pants from them. These petite, chunky legs need to try on all pants before I buy them.

Anywho, the only two things that I don't like about ModCloth is there are a few items on the website that I would love to wear, but I have no place to wear them. For instance, there was this one adorable black and white polka dotted skirt. It was SO cute, but I knew that the skirt would just sit in my closet and never be worn, so I didn't get it.

The other issue that I have for with ModCloth is: it's a bit expensive. I'm not opposed to spending a little bit of money on clothes if I really love them, but I a girl can only spend so much. LOL! Normally, maybe twice or three times a week, I'll go on ModCloth, check the new items they have and then I heart any new items I like. Then when any of the items that I hearted go on sale, I get an email, and can buy the clothes at a more reasonable price.

Do any of you have a favorite online clothing store? If so, let me know!

Have a great Monday!!

Meredith's Monday Musings: Twitter

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Happy Monday and Happy Martin Luther King Jr Day!! How has your day been going? It's been a bit of a slow start for me, but I'm waking up. Today's topic for Meredith's Monday Musing is all about: Twitter.

When I became an author, I set up my blog and Facebook and vowed not to have a Twitter account. I didn't like Twitter. Having to constantly write tweets, and the tweets could only be 160 characters long, it was awful sounding to me.

However, after many authors told me of the importance of having a Twitter account was to being an author, I decided to setup an account.

Once I bit the bullet, I joined the masses of authors and start tweeting about my books frequently and adding many followers. At first, I thought that it was going to be a great marketing tool because I had a decent number of followers.

But, as time went on, I wasn't so sure about how good of a marketing tool Twitter was going to be. If you leave your Twitter account open, within five minutes alone, you'll have fifty new tweets to read. So, it makes me wonder, if there are so many tweets that a person can get in five minutes and each tweet can only be 160 characters long, how effective can Twitter be as a marketing tool.

What do you all think? Is Twitter an effective marketing tool or is it not worth it?

Until I can say 100% that Twitter is an ineffective marketing tool, I will continue to use it. So, for those who like Twitter, don't stress.

That's all for today. I hope that y'all have an awesome day!!

Meredith's Monday Musings: Stuffed Animals

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Happy Monday! Another new week is here. Can you believe it? These weeks are just flying by so fast. Before we know it, it'll be the end of 2017, but lets not go crazy.

This week's topic for Meredith's Monday Musing is a bit silly, to be honest, but that's okay. Today's topic is stuffed animals!

I LOVE stuffed animals, I'm not exactly sure why. Growing up, I had many and would sleep with one every night until I reached about the age of 9. Then I would only sleep with a stuffed animal if I was very upset. But after I went to college, I started to sleep with one every night.

There's something just so awesome about stuffies. They're soft and comforting. They never have a mean word to say. If I wake up from having a nightmare, they're there to chase the bad dreams away. There's just something about stuffed animals that is soothing.

If I travel anywhere, I always bring my favorite stuffed animal with me. I've had her for the longest time (over twenty years!) and she brings me the most comfort.

I LOVE having stuffed animals, the only bad thing about them is when I have to wash them. It is impossible for me to do now. I just feel like I'm drowning them or overheating them. I can't do it anymore. Instead, I'll spray them with Frebreeze or Lysol if they need to be washed.

Do you guys have any favorite stuffed animals? If so, what are they?

Okay, that's all that I have for now. Have a great rest of the week!

Meredith's Monday Musings: Misconceptions of Age Play

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Happy Monday and New Year! Did y'all survive New Year's Eve? I did (obviously). LOL! I had a bunch of fun with my family. Now that the holidays are over, I'm ready to get writing. The only issue is, I have to figure out what story I want to work on. Until then, we can discuss the topic for this week's Meredith Monday Musing Post: The many misconceptions of age play.

Being a writer, I like to do my research so my writing accurately reflects a concept, piece of technology, etc. Since the majority of my stories have age play elements in them, I read many age play blogs, books, etc just to keep up on everything. In my years of reading these items, it makes me a little sad when I read phrases like, "You need to do this to be a little...." or "Littles cannot do....".

Let's make one thing clear first, when a person is a little, it is up to them and only them what constitutes being a little means. It doesn't matter what I think, or what anyone else thinks. That is the first misconception that I'd like to discuss. I have read so many things where a little enjoys sucking on a pacifier, talking like a baby, using a bottle, etc. Those activities are awesome for a little who enjoys regressing to a baby. However, they are not activities that one must do to be a little. You get to be the one to decide what you like to do when you regress. For some, that might mean calling their partner Daddy when they're having sex. For others, it might mean watching Clifford the Big Red Dog while folding laundry. Do you get my point? There's no "right" activity that one must do to be officially called a little.

Along with there being no "right" activities for a person to do when they're acting little, there is no right age. Some littles, enjoy acting like a baby. Others, enjoy acting like a bratty teenager. The person gets to decide what age they want to regress to and whatever they decide is right is right for them.

Another misconception that many people have is that in order to be a little, they need a Mommy or Daddy to watch over them. This isn't the case. Sure, it might help to have someone there to comfort the little or watch over them, but it isn't needed. Letting your little side out can make a person feel very vulnerable, so they might want to be alone while they let go. That's okay. A person can play with their dolls, suck on a pacifier, watch a G-rated movie, or use a vibrator while they imagine letting their Mommy or Daddy fuck them. It's up to the person, if they want to let someone be by them when their acting little, that's great. If they don't, that's great too. It's their choice, but a Mommy/Daddy is not needed for a person to let their little side out.

Additionally, there seems to be a misconception that if a person is little that they aren't as much of an adult as others who are not littles. This is far from the truth. When a person regresses, it's a choice that they make. It isn't like they can't control when and where they let go of their responsibilities. They decide when and where it happens. It's the same as when a person decides to ask submissive. Just because a person is submissive in the bedroom, doesn't mean that she/he can't take charge in a situation outside of the bedroom. The exact same thing goes for littles. So, if you're little, don't let anyone ever tell you that you're less of an adult because of it.

One misconception that I can't stand is there are some people that say that people act little because they had a horrible childhood. This isn't the case. Why a person acts little is different for everyone. Some people enjoy acting little because they get turned on by it. They get turned on by the taboo thought of having sex with their Daddy or Mommy. Or letting their Daddy or Mommy spank them. That's okay. Each person has their own things that arouse them and no one can tell a little that what arouses them is wrong. (The same goes for any person and their kinks).

While some get turned on by acting little, others don't. For the ones that don't, acting little can just be an outlet for them to relax. As adults, we have so many responsibilities and worries on our shoulders, it can get overwhelming. Being little allows a person to get let go of those worries for a while and just relax.

In some cases, yes, a person enjoys being little because they had a rough childhood and being little is a way for them to regress to that hard period of their lives and relive it, but in a positive setting. That's fine, in fact, I believe it's a healthy way to cope. However, not all who are little have had bad childhoods.

Lastly, this so much isn't a misconception about age play, but it's something I'd like to share. There are some littles out there who are ashamed for having a little side. They're embarrassed or they think it makes them weak. Being little, is not something to be embarrassed about. It's okay to enjoy wanting to regress, even if you don't know why you like it. If you try and fight your little side, it'll take a lot of energy to do so, and most likely, it'll come out eventually. So, my advice to littles who aren't sure about regressing is read books about it, read blogs, go on FetLife, talk to real littles. Do anything to try and find out more information about being little. If you don't want to do that, then just accept it. Even if you have to take baby steps (no pun intended) to do so, do it. If you don't, it'll just torture you.

Remember all, whether you write about littles or are one, there is no right way to be a little. Just like there is no right way to bake cookies or there is no right color to be your favorite. What makes you feel little is what's right for you and don't let anyone tell you any different.

All right, that's all from me for now. I hope that y'all have a Happy Monday!