Looking for something a little spicier ?

Try stories by Morgan Sierra, Dee’s alter ego. Erotica by Morgan is sizzling, hard-core and not for the faint of heart….

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Available now from Cobblestone Press

There’s nothing worse than being the best woman for the job but being denied the career advancement anyway. Sexy and very debonair Maximilian Webb wants the chance to explain his decision to Cara Sebastian who is in no mood to hear it. When his words shift from businesslike to sultry, and when his manner shifts from professional to heated, Cara gets the opportunity to find out just how good being in a stopped elevator can be.

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Coming to Cobblestone Press

THE FALLEN by Morgan Sierra

The Blurb:

An angel rescuer should have been a relief to Bailey. Having the angel desire her sexually to satisfy his curiosity about women should have been an honor. After giving in to her lust for him, Bailey realizes too late that no one ever said that angels couldn’t be erotic…or wicked.

The Excerpt:

He released her captive hands, and she groaned as his shaft left her thigh. He tucked his wings behind him and dropped to his knees, lingering just long enough to send a hot tongue over one hardened nipple. His hands came around her thighs and caressed her cheeks, his fingers possessively gripping the flesh. Keeping a stable hand on one of her legs, he lifted the other and hooked it over his shoulder.

The heady aroma of her damp pussy filled the air, and she flushed again. He looked up at her and inhaled deeply, obviously reveling in the scent, and his eyes changed color again to a smoky blue of passion.

Panting heavily, she watched in twisted anticipated as he leaned forward, bringing his mouth against her hot and aching sex. The first touch of his tongue against her rocked through her, and she cried out, almost collapsing from an orgasm the likes of which she’d never experienced. Surprised by the swiftness in which she climaxed, she cried out louder as he worked his mouth against her sopping sex. She tried to pull away, but he suckled her, one strong arm supporting her weight while the other hand massaged her upper thigh.

When she thought she could stand no more, when she thought she would pass out from the sheer exhaustive pleasure of it, he eased his mouth away from her, licking in a long motion against her lips, allowing her sensitive clit to momentarily relax.

When he stood, she partially collapsed against him, her trembling legs the consistency of gelatin. Caleb wrapped long arms around her, his wings expanding again. Bailey’s heart shuddered back down to a normal pace as she came to grips with the orgasm.

“Was that satisfactory?” he asked, looking down on her.

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Unedited excerpt from Dark Forest Nights

The blurb:

This first person story is about a woman who happens upon a feral man in the throes of masturbation. She is mesmerized by him and finds herself seeking him out in hopes of spying on him again. When this sex-starved woman encounters him a third time, she wants to do more than just watch.

The excerpt:

Suddenly, with a hand midway to his mouth, he stopped moving. His head cocked to the side and vigilant eyes surveyed the trees surrounding him. When he began to inspect the area where I hid, I held my breath, wondering if I had managed to somehow alert him to my presence.

Thankfully, when I glanced from behind the tree again, he no longer looked in my direction. What he did next though made my heart pound harder than the fear of being caught by him had.

With slow deliberation, he lifted his cock, inspecting it as if it were a foreign object. Juice-stained fingers pressed the head and I shivered as his body responded to the stimulation. He made long tugging motions on the head before traveling further down the shaft with deft fingers.

His cock began to grow and I licked my lips as I watched the blue veins become more distinct. Within moments, he had a proudly jutting erection nestled within thick confines of dark pubic hair.

My body had instantly responded to his self-manipulation. My nipples hardened into pebbles and I knew my panties were saturated with my moisture.

This was what I was waiting for and thankfully, I had come prepared. A restless hand slipped into my cotton pants and pressed them against my aching clit. I squeezed the burgeoning nub and delighted in the sensation that streaked through me. With hooded eyes, I moved my hand to the inside of my panties, sliding past the curls on my mound as I watched him.

His back pressed once again on a handy tree while he continued to stroke his cock. Wanting to keep pace with him, I matched him stroke for stroke. With every loving pull on his swollen member, I allowed myself a slow stroke on my own distended clit.

Each time he squeezed his purple head, I slipped a finger inside of my wanton hole. I was hot and slick, my body craving additional stimulation inside of me in addition to the occasional flick to my sensitive clit. Despite the growing need, with unhurried motions I pleasured myself while keeping my eyes on my unacquainted lover.