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Sex Manners

By Em Petrova

Rake your nails down his back…scream when he pulls your hair…talk dirty until the neighbors beat on the wall…

Now that we’ve gotten what you WANT to do out of the way, let’s talk about sex manners. Besides keeping those irate neighbors happy, many men and women feel their lovers could amp it up in the bedroom. Too many men doze off after sex, and men want to hear that they were the absolute BEST lay you’ve ever had.

So how are your after sex manners? That’s right guys. Even if your performance wasn’t award-winning, how you treat your woman in the bedroom will make her prize you.

How do you do that? How about a playful slap on the ass and a “fuck, you’re sexy?”

What about the mess of your blissful encounter? There’s always some oozing squishiness, so why not hop up and grab a clean hot towel. Or whisper, “Baby, I want to soap you all over. Come to the shower with me.” That would go a long way with a lover…and heat things up for round 2.

Turn on your favorite soft music, hold her and talk. Yes, women like to be romanced, but so do men, ladies. Everyone likes that special time where you’ve given your undivided attention. Being in the buff only creates a deeper connection. This goes a long way even for married couples. When was the last time you didn’t jump out of bed, throw on your clothes and dash downstairs to work/make a call/let the dog out? Take some time with your special person and see what happens!

If you don’t live together, there are definite manners to be kept. Walk her to her car, give her a soft kiss and let her know how much you appreciated your time together. Don’t make her feel it was a booty call! And pick up the cell and make sure she gets home safely. If you can’t prop your eyelids open long enough to wait for her to get home, call or text in the morning. Even if she doesn’t remember the actual sex, she’ll remember how you treated her.

For ladies, there are some other types of rules. Here’s one—Is it polite to fake orgasms? The answer is a resounding NO! It’s better to be completely honest in a very nice way. You could tell him that though you didn’t climax, you had a fun time and next time you could do more in the sack.

Which leads to the next question. What if your favorite is missionary and his is reverse cowgirl? You’re entitled to your preferences—some people actually orgasm faster in one position. But variety spices up the bedroom! Experiment with new positions and don’t get locked into one. That will only lead to boredom on both your parts. So bend over the bed for him and wiggle that ass tantalizingly. Or shove him into the sheets and mount him. You’ll drive him over the edge!

Another question of sex manners revolves around oral sex. Do you have to reciprocate? Ummm, yes! Fair is fair. If you’re receiving, expect to give. It’s a huge turn-on to learn your partner’s likes and dislikes in this way. Chances are, you’ll both be so worked up, it won’t be a marathon mouth-session resulting in lock jaw. So go ahead—go down on him!

Okay, so you’ve done the deed. What if you don’t want to see him again? Honestly, you’re probably feeling a little badly about the mere thought, but the best thing to do is tell him in a kind way. If you refuse to answer his texts or calls, you’ll just look worse. Respect your partner enough to know they can handle the truth.

But if you’ve invited someone to your place, be considerate. Ask them if they need a drink. Show them where the restroom is, and provide them with a towel and toiletries to take a shower. Men, here’s where you get to see your lady in your favorite t-shirt!

Overall, using these tips will result in a better experience for all parties. Manners count in the bedroom too. In fact, they might matter more here than when you’re standing in line at Starbucks.

Read on for a steamy sex scene from my latest release WILD WILD HEARTS (available from Loose Id). Thanks for reading!

Blurb: Lady Sofia is one of the most sought-after women on the frontier. But her “boss” calls the shots from what she may eat to who she spends the night with. Recently he’s asked too much when he demands she and her long-time lover Isaac use their charms to seduce a man she wants to tangle limbs with all too much.

With Sofia, Isaac Strong is part of a two-for-one deal known as the “Jade Pair” for the color of their eyes. When the rugged Nolan Hollis walks into their lives, Isaac’s yearnings kick like a wild stallion. But will the honorable man want anything to do with them, especially once he discovers the Jade Pair’s mission is to steal a prized object from the Hollis family?

Nolan must have the stunning saloon girl, even if it means she comes packaged with Isaac. Soon Nolan is equally as drawn to the quiet and handsome man. While he struggles not to lose his heart to his lovers from the wrong side of humanity, he works to hide his rendezvous from his family. But soon Nolan realizes his lovers intend to do more than get him into bed and steal his love.

Excerpt:

The long corridor was dimly lit, but the room was prepared for them as always. Candles glowed, and the sight of the big bed slammed Sofia with memories of lying across it the previous evening, three abreast.

Her pussy spasmed, and juices wet her inner thighs.

“Let’s get him to the bed.” Isaac hitched his arm around the man to get enough leverage to roll him onto the mattress.

Despite herself, mirth bubbled up her throat, and she released a giggle. “Never saw a man get drunk so fast.”

“He’d been drinking before our cowboy started refilling his glass.” Isaac shot her a look that let her know he was far from immune to “their cowboy.” His auburn hair tumbled into one eye, and he shook it free.

Suddenly the door opened quietly behind them. Spinning on her high-heeled Moroccan leather boots, she expected to find Hiram.

Instead, she met Nolan. His big form seemed to swallow the room, sucking all air from her lungs in the process. Her knees weakened, and black spots leaped before her eyes.

Isaac’s harsh intake of breath filled her hearing. But she couldn’t tear her gaze off the rugged cowboy in front of her.

In two steps, he was beside her. Plucking her off her feet, he angled his mouth over hers. The heady scents of male and leather replaced the smoke and whiskey from the saloon.

Isaac crowded close, encircling them in his embrace as Nolan kissed Sofia senseless. He angled his head, tongue flipping against hers in a velvety promise of what his body would soon do to hers.

Her nipples bunched into sharp peaks and ached for his touch—Isaac’s touch. Sofia bowed her back, bringing her breasts into contact with Nolan’s chest. But she wanted more. Needed to feel his heated flesh and his soft hair against her nipples.

With quick flicks, she worked his shirt buttons open. Isaac slid his hands into the opening and nudged the cloth off Nolan’s shoulders.

Not sparing a glance at the unconscious man on the bed, Nolan walked them backward until they were pressed against the wall. Nolan tore his mouth from Sofia’s kiss and clamped a hand around Isaac’s nape, drawing him in.

Trembling, she stared at their joined mouths, watching the masculine lines of their lips moving in tandem bliss. Somehow, she managed to employ her trembling fingers on the hooks and buttons of her gown. By the time the men finished their reunion kiss, Sofia had stepped out of the fabric.

It puddled at their feet, obscuring Nolan’s boots. She met his dark gaze, and desire slid into her belly.

“I couldn’t sit by and watch Bonner bring you both upstairs,” he said, his voice rough.

Isaac gripped her waist from behind, sliding his palms up her torso until he cupped each heavy breast.

“I thought you’d left.” Sofia’s voice shook with the worry that she and Isaac had lost Nolan.

A small smile formed on Nolan’s face. He noted her rosy nipples, which Isaac plucked at with maddening skill. Then Nolan dragged his gaze back to hers. Lights that had nothing to do with the candles played in his eyes.

Leaning so close she could almost taste him, Nolan murmured against the corner of her mouth. “I couldn’t stay away.”

Isaac circled her nipples with his fingers, then pinched them slow and hard. He dropped his warm mouth to the crook of her neck, sucking the skin lightly until she writhed.

Still, Nolan didn’t move to touch her, only pressed closer, hugging her perfectly between his body and Isaac’s. Her fingers twitched to touch the steel of his muscles, but when she lifted her hands, he caught her wrists between thumb and forefinger.

Pressing them over her head, he held her gaze. And the loving began.

She couldn’t look away, couldn’t even beg for his kiss. In his dark eyes, she read so much emotion—emotion that had lingered long after they’d parted ways in the hours of dawn.

“I thought about you two all day.”

His words seduced her.

Pussy slick with want, she gasped as Isaac cupped one breast and brought it up to Nolan’s lips. He teased it with his tongue gently, the tip barely skimming her flesh. Her breathing was so loud she wondered if she’d rouse Mr. Bonner from his stupor. But there was no chance to think on it further because Nolan released her, and Isaac eased her other nipple into the cowboy's scorching mouth.

He pulled on it hard, drawing her to her tiptoes. She cried out and fought against the manacle of his hand.

“Please, I have to touch you. Touch Isaac.”

He shook his head, still sucking. The soft tickle of his hair on her flesh ignited her, and she bucked.

After a long, dizzying minute, Nolan released her. She barely had time to catch her breath before he stole it again.

“Open her pussy for me so I can taste her.”

Isaac smoothed his hands down her belly to the junction of her thighs. The feel of his long fingers pressing her lips open threatened to undo her. Biting off a cry that would surely wake the drunk on the bed, Sofia squirmed. Isaac’s erection against her ass felt so good. She wanted him pushing inside her while Nolan claimed her pussy with his tongue.

Nolan let go of her hands. In one fluid movement, he dropped to his knees.

“Ohh.” The vision of his dark head bent to her sex caused gooseflesh to break out all over.

“Wider,” he commanded.

Isaac spread her farther. The cool air touching her inner folds mingled with the warmth of Nolan’s breath. Able to smell her own arousal, she longed for a chance at her men. To bury her nose in the auburn love trail leading to Isaac’s shaft, or inhale deeply and hold her breath as Nolan pushed his cock into the back of her throat.

She shivered.

“She’s fucking primed. I’ve gotta taste her.” In one big, openmouthed kiss, Nolan claimed her pussy. He drove his tongue into her as he used his upper lip on her hard pearl.

Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~

http://www.empetrova.com

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Turn Me On

Yesterday I answered WHY and HOW...sort of...to why I write romance.

Today...We are gonna get dirty.

Yes, we are gonna talk about sex. Kiddies, now is a good time for you to go to your room and play video games while I talk to yer parents.

Okay, kids all gone? Everyone over 18 in here?

Good.

Sex. It used to be dirty to say it. With 50 Shades of Suck, people are obviously much more okay with talking about it. I have noticed this even in my small town...used to be that if I talked openly and honestly about s.e.x...well...people would laugh uncomfortably and turn red or change the topic.

Considering the people I was generally talking to were adults, most with kids or in relationships...blushing like teenage virgins when I suggested that they had bumped carpet pets at some point or another...uh, this was hilarious to me. I mean, here I am...one of the few people choosing not to have sex and I am more okay with talking about it than you...who regularly do the tangled sheet mambo?

This made me wonder how much they were communicating with each other. I really hoped they were talking to each other more than they were talkin to me.

But now...people talk about it. People have thrown open the bedroom door and discuss things that they wouldn't ten years ago. Which is great...and a lot of you are shaking your heads right now but let me tell you WHY I think it is great.

If we can't talk about sex, we can't talk about disease, health, warning signs...things that should be talked about. I have showed my kids the condom in my wallet (which made everyone have a good laugh at my expense because the damn thing had been expired for a year...shows how much I USE my wallet condoms...*sigh*) because, as I told my very embarrassed teenage daughter, if you are not comfortable enough with a man to say the word 'condom' or discuss birth control and stds...he really should not be putting his hands on ANYTHING that is normally covered by clothes.

Not a bad rule, really. If you can't discuss condoms, should his tongue be down your throat? If the mention of a condom makes you turn fifty shades of red (y'see what I did there? lol) then perhaps you are not mature enough to bump fuzzies.

I mean...communication is really important stuff. If you don't have that...do you want to frolic in the garden of naked applause? Uh, no. You shouldn't. Something is very wrong.

I wrote a story that was kind of centered on that ability to communicate...actually, most of my characters show it at some point or another. I admit, this is intentional.

Because...secret? Do you want to know what really...really...really turns me on?

Someone who listens. Someone who doesn't just hear the words coming out of your mouth but understands you.

Is there anything sexier than that?

Okay, abs are nice but I still think the listening thing is sexy as hell.

What turns you on? (Okay, why do I think SOMEONE is going to write whipped cream?)

Happy Writing!

List inspiring ads...AKA Break up lines and come backs

Amusing Facebook ad of the day:
Read a mans mind... click here!

A. Why do you think that ad is something I would be interested in, Facebook? What choices have I made in the past to lead you to give me that ad?

B. How hard can it be to read a straight mans mind? Bacon-good. Breasts-good. The question, "What are you thinking?" Bad.

See? I am well on my way to manly mind-reading, no clicking required.

C. No, that wasn't sexist. I can do straight woman as well. Chocolate-good. Sleep-good. Thor's 3d nipples-good. "I think we should talk..." Bad

Which all got me to thinking... I haven't done a list in awhile.

So, here is a list of the things no one wants to hear, regardless of their sexual preference.

(Insert drumroll...)

5. It isn't you, it's me.

This is the line of douchebaggery that is only given when the person saying it doesn't even care enough to give you the actual reason they are not interested. Basically, what they are really saying is, "I can't even come up with one reason...there are so many!" Or maybe they are saying, "If I tell you why, you will try to fix it. And I don't want that." But instead of being honest and saying either of those things so you can correct whatever they think you did in future relationships with less douchey people, they give you the generic you/me speech.

Great responses to this line:

1. You're right. It is. You suck.
2. Which part of you? I do have a list of your flaws so if you could pick the ones that we're talking about, I could agree with you.
3. Well, of course it isn't me.

4. I think we need some time apart.

What they are really saying is, "I want to bang someone else." Or maybe, "I am banging someone else." And they are also saying, "But I want you as a spare tire just in case it doesn't work.

Great responses to this line:
1. Yup. Like forever.
2. I always thought your brother/sister was hotter anyway.
3. What is his/her name?

3. I think we should talk...

If you catch this one before they can finish the sentence, it is awesome. Because, yeah, what they are saying is, "I am about to try to let you down gently."

Great responses to this line:
1. Nothing. Walk away
2. We don't have to. Let me grab your XBox for you.

2. Do you really see this working x years in the future?

What they are really saying is, "I don't see this working. So if you do, lemme know how."

Great responses to this line:
1. Nope. But I was trying to settle for less than I am worth.
2. I honestly believe that the world is going to end in October. So... uh, we are probably good for about that long, right?
3. Nah, but you are pretty good in the sack.

1. I hope that we can stay friends.

What they are really saying is, "I really hope that you will stay my spare tire. I mean, there may be a dry spell in the future and, in that case, I wouldn't mind trying this again... you know, until I find the Right One. Because I know you aren't it but I am sure we could string this out for the next decade or ten, right?

Great responses to this line:
1. If it is over, it's over, cupcake.
2. I enjoy stabbing myself with sporks... staying friends with you and loving you while you go on with your life sounds equally painful. Let's do it!
3. I have lots of friends. None of them have shagged me and left me. So, uh, pass. But thanks.