Thursday, October 31, 2013

Up Against a Wall

Up Against a Wall

By Em Petrova

Hello, friends! I’m so happy to be here today and to share my latest ponderings. One of the best perks about my job (besides looking at eye candy for inspiration) is thinking about sex in every possible way. Today I was thinking about the most uncomfortable places to have sex. Here are a few I came up with.

Against a tree—besides Lyme’s Disease-carrying ticks, you might be in for some major chafing from the bark. Or apples might fall on your head. While you’re in the throes of ecstasy, a bird might let loose above you, splattering you with something nasty. Or hell, the whole naked-in-the-outdoors might make the whole experience more exciting than ever!

In a public restroom—While I know a lot of people who do this, say at a club or at a restaurant, I find public restrooms to be sooo gross. I personally don’t find it sexy to be thrown against a filthy tile wall that may be coated in God knows what! And the thought of being bent over one of those toilets… *shudder* If you’ve had a good experience in a public restroom, I’d love to hear from you. Please persuade me to give this a try!

In a car—We’ve all had a go in a car. But we have to be contortionists to get around gear shifts that are sticking in your side or keep your head from slamming repeatedly off the window. The back seat is slightly more comfortable, and if you have the ability to flip down seats, all the better!

On the stairs—I’ve read books with characters who have sex on the stairs, but if you’ve ever tried it, it hurts. Treads digging into your back, and it’s impossible to get that perfect angle that hits the perfect spot. Maybe taking it from behind is best in this case.

Anywhere with a loose pet—there’s that uncomfortable moment where there’s a tongue on your thigh that is not your partner’s. You know what I mean?

In a barn—Itchy hay in all the wrong places. But really, people, romping with a sexy cowboy would make up for the rash, yes?

Where are some places that you’ve had uncomfortable sex? I’d love to hear from you! One lucky commenter will an author swag bag stuffed with goodies!

I’ll also leave you with a short excerpt from my latest release ZERO TO LOVE. Enjoy!

In a city where humans are the minority, a supernatural race called Mindchangers feed off human thoughts. Across an inky parking lot, Mindchanger Monroe sends his powers after his prey—university teaching assistant Magda Brunelli—and is unable to drink from her. Disciplined Monroe refuses to wipe out important thoughts or memories from humankind, rendering him forever a starveling. He desperately wants to take from Magda but finds her mind has been emptied.

Groups of renegade Mindchangers known as Free Wills mill the streets, using their thought-consuming abilities to erase the minds of humans. Monroe is ordered to spy on the Free Wills, who are believed to be amassing an army with intentions of ruling the city. They also happen to be hunting for Magda.

When passionate and impulsive Magda throws herself into the underworld of the supernaturals—and into Monroe’s muscled arms—she learns that her past is shadowed by a dark family secret, and her future is a confusion of unwelcome sexual advances and renegade attacks. But in loving Monroe, she uncovers a hidden part of her that will change her life and the fate of the city.

Monroe claimed her mouth with an abruptness that stole her breath. The crush of lips wasn’t enough—would never be enough. She needed a bite, a sting. Was that how it would feel if he fed from her?

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him down, down.
He slanted his mouth over hers and plunged his tongue deep. He tasted woodsy, like smoke and lust. Her nipples peaked and her pussy squeezed, releasing a flood of juices. The scrap of lace covering her sex dampened.

“More,” she whispered between gulping breaths.
He groaned. The rumble vibrated all the way to the marrow of her bones. Then he finally did it—sank his teeth into her lower lip and tugged until she quaked with a rush of desire.

Her head dropped back, and she reveled in the sensations he raised in her. His body, lean but muscled, aroused parts of her she didn’t know she had. Her bare thighs against leather maddened her, and she wiggled.
“Fuck,” he grated out, rocking his erection against her ass. Lust raged through her body. Had she ever been so out of her head?

No. Only with him.
His smile stretched over her mouth as he obviously read her thought. He nipped her lips until she was gasping; then he bathed the hurts with his tongue. This was the harshest kiss she’d ever received—especially for a first kiss—and she hungered for more. More nipping bites on her breasts, belly, pussy.

He tore away, panting hard. Under her hands, his chest rose and fell.
She traced the sharp lines of his cheekbones, his straight nose, and his unsmiling mouth set into an angular jaw. “You’re hungry, and I can’t feed you.”

“You don’t want to go there anyway, Magda.” He grasped her upper arms and lifted her effortlessly, placing her back into the passenger seat. At the loss of his heat, goose bumps broke out over her, but the real ache was in her chest.
Thank you for reading and a big thanks to Virginia for hosting me! Don’t forget to leave a comment.

 Em Petrova
~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~


1 comment:

  1. grass & leaf covered hillside or a chair with no arms.