Bound By Cotton Excerpt


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An Excerpt From: BOUND BY COTTON

Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016

The door closed, plunging her into a darkness lit only by the ephemeral glow of the displays in the distance. Even through her clothes she felt the heat of his body. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against her, demanding attention. His hands gripped her ass and pulled tighter. She snaked her arms around his body. “I don’t know if I can…” She turned her lips upward, hoping her words didn’t disappoint him.

“My sweet Rebecca,” he whispered in reply. “You’ve already begun.”

She tasted his lips. A soft, moist press. His warm tongue touching her own. His hands slipped farther, cupping between her thighs and ass. As he lifted, she relinquished the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. She panted, touching his head with the backs of her hands as his lips found her neck.

Gentle. The soft heat of his tongue pressed her jaw line, teased her senses for less than a second before slipping another inch, covering every inch of her neck, kiss by succulent kiss. Her back pressed against the closed door and he leaned into her. The bulge beneath his pants teased her clit through her moist panties. She moaned, ready to give him anything he asked as long as he slid his cock into her.

With a gentle nip against her shoulder, he lowered her legs until her feet rested on solid ground. She stood on shaking legs, unable to see anything in the dim light. She could only feel.

His strong hands cupped her face, turning her chin upward to kiss her lips again. He leaned into her, compressing her breasts against his chest. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulled sweetly and bared her throat to his tongue. His free hand slid down her arm and closed around her wrist before raising it above her head and forcing it against the steel frame. She didn’t struggle. She had no desire to escape, only to yield.

His hand released her hair, brushing her cheek before it slid down her other arm. She felt his hot breath on her ear as he lifted her other wrist above her head to join the first.

“Are you mine?” he asked, his tone low.

She barely managed to find a single word. “Yes.”

His tongue lapped her earlobe. She tried to push her hips against him but his pelvis ground hard, holding her in place. He shifted his grip, holding both her wrists in a single hand.

“I can smell your arousal. The scent of beauty.” His voice had become heated passion.

He stepped slightly, opening space between them but refusing to release her hands. She opened her eyes to see him but a dark outline was all he’d become. His fingertip touched her lips and she took it into her mouth, sucking lightly. A promise to yield. She released the suction with regret, allowing his finger to resume its downward pull. Her chin. Her throat. Her chest. He cupped her breast and slid lower. She gasped and urged her hips forward.

“I will make you my masterpiece.” His hand found the hem of her dress, pulling upward. “Are you willing to learn?”

“I am.” Her resistance had faded long ago. She wanted him inside her. Nothing less would quench her need.

Bound By Cotton

 

Becky’s Valentine Dreams left her with a longing for the supernatural and as another holiday approaches, she’s ripe for another sexual adventure. Museum curator Peter isn’t what she’d expected but, then again, trying to fathom the wants of unearthly beings is complicated at best. His tastes are far more exotic than she’s used to and may just be more extreme than she can handle. Her mysterious new lover can fulfill her every lust-filled fantasy, force her to her knees with a look, have her wet and writhing with a touch and leave her aching for the explosive release only he can bring.

Unimaginable desires tease just beyond her reach, unimagined pleasures tempered by pain, a lifetime of learning in a single night—but first Becky must learn to submit.

                                       A contemporary BDSM erotica

New Blurb for Valentine Dreams

Valentine Dreams

Patrick Khayler

Assistant Principal Becky moved to Houston for a new start but as Valentine’s Day approaches, she can only think about the couple she left behind and that life-changing night they allowed her to share. So when a breathtaking woman suddenly appears and melts Becky’s panties with just one hot look, newly awakened Becky can’t wait for what their next encounter might bring. Hiding her desire to be with another woman is hard enough but dodging her work duties to be with the mysterious, almost unearthly, object of her desire might just end her career. The enchantress promises Becky a Valentine’s Day she’ll never forget but first Becky has to be brave enough to seek out Valentine Dreams of limitless pleasure.

A contemporary LGBT erotica

An Excerpt from Valentine Dreams

An Excerpt From: VALENTINE DREAMS

Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016

Becky could actually hear her own heart pounding. The air seemed to move as the woman spoke. Every hair on Becky’s body felt lifted and pulled at the same time, as if the visitor’s presence alone had become a palpable touch. Ethereal fingertips brushed across her neck before dancing down her spine in an indescribable bouquet of sensation. Warmth expanded in her chest, rushing toward her abdomen before leaping across each of her toes.

What’s happening to me?

Becky watched the woman levitate herself into the chair only a few inches from her own, the same perfect posture pressing her breasts outward and hinting at the nipples below. The overpoweringly seductive scent. The woman’s knees touched and turned inward, letting the fabric of her dress brush against Becky’s. She leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin on the back of her hand, staring with what could only be described as rapt fascination.

“I’m Valentine,” the woman said.

Becky licked her lips, nerves frayed. She didn’t want to move her legs farther away but she wasn’t quite ready to move them closer either. “Like the day?” Her flush deepened. How could I say something so stupid?

Valentine smiled sweetly before setting her palm on Becky’s twitching knee, immediately calming it. “Exactly like the day. As in four days from now.”

Her hand felt wonderful. So warm. So close. “I’m Becky. I can’t say Valentine’s Day is one of my favorites.”

Valentine pushed out her lower lip and tilted her head in a pout. Her hand moved gently from Becky’s knee to her thigh and back down again. “Well then, I’ll just have to change your opinion of my day, won’t I, Rebecca?”

Becky was wet and horny as hell. She’d only met Valentine minutes before and she was already aching to kiss her beautiful mouth but her eyes were drawn to the small tattoo. Half of the heart was now obscured by the top of Valentine’s dress but Becky couldn’t look away from the voluptuous skin beneath it. She wanted to touch it, draw her finger around the outline until she discovered where the arrow led.

“It’s a birthmark,” Valentine said.

Becky’s gaze leaped back to the luscious smile and insanely green eyes. No. Blue eyes. Dark blue. Infinite dreams. I can’t believe I’m thinking about her breasts! “What? I wasn’t

“That damn word again. You have to be willing to ask for the things you want, Rebecca, or you’re never going to get them.”

Becky inhaled sharply. Lisa had said the same thing. A coincidence. “I was looking at the tattoo—”

“Birthmark,” Valentine interrupted.

Valentine took her elbow off the table and cupped Becky’s knee between her hands. She leaned forward, sliding both hands upward as she moved. Her advance halted with her breasts inches away from Becky’s lips. Her fingers pressed through the fabric of Becky’s dress until Becky could feel them against her damp panties. Becky’s breath caught at the touch as she struggled to keep her legs open.

Valentine’s hot breath whispered in Becky’s ear seductively, “Now you can see it properly. All you had to do was ask.”

Valentine’s dress pulled against the skin only a kiss away. Becky stared at the birthmark. Deep red. Perfectly shaped. The arrow disappeared beneath the fabric, hidden from view. God I want you!

“It points to my hard nipple. But,” her soft lips found Becky’s ear with a gentle kiss, “you’re going to have to ask if you want to see for yourself.”

Before Becky could beg for her permission, the seductress sat up slowly, then stood. She placed a fingernail beneath Becky’s chin and led Becky’s gaze upward until the two of them connected across the intervening space. Her voice was sex without limits. “It’s been a pleasure, Rebecca. I’d like to see more of you. A lot more. If that’s what you want. Wear a smile next time. Panties are optional.”

 

 

Valentine Dreams

My new quickie (20,000 words) was just granted a contract by Ellora’s Cave, it looks like I am back to edits. The new story is a Valentine’s Day FF. The main character is Becky Sanchez, first seen in The Present out on 1/8/2016.

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Final Line Edits For The Present

IMG_2704I got my line editor reviews back today for The Present. Unlike the initial reviews the total changes were: One sentence! No deletions and no changes! Yay!!!!!! My initial editor (she knows who she is) is awesome! Release 1/8/16!

An Excerpt From The Present

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An Excerpt From: THE PRESENT

Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2015

“Becky helped me pick out your anniversary present today,” Lisa said, looking over at Becky with a smirk. “She even helped me wrap it.”

Davis looked back to Becky, intrigued. The light from the windows behind her shone through her skirt, highlighting the space between her legs without actually showing anything. As he stared, a small patch of redness snuck upon both her cheeks. Unable to hold her gaze any longer, he looked back at Lisa, hoping his eyes hadn’t lingered for an inappropriate length of time.

“After all her hard work, I figured taking her to dinner was the least we could do.” Lisa opened the bottle of wine. “Besides…” She loosed a bewitching smile as she filled two glasses. “I was hoping you would want her to see you unwrap it.”

Davis was getting more confused by the minute.”Uhm… I guess that depends on what it is.” He smiled uneasily, knowing the type of presents Lisa had given him in private before. His cock decided to rise rapidly. He shifted closer to the back of the couch, hoping Becky wouldn’t see the swelling in his pants.

“Are you okay?” Lisa asked as she walked past him and into the living room with the two glasses. She handed one to Becky and turned back to face him. She took a small sip from her glass as a wicked grin climbed her face. “You look a little…uncomfortable.”

The two women’s eyes bored into him. His face was on fire. He hoped he wasn’t blushing too badly. He decided to play it off. “Well.” He tried and mostly succeeded at a smile. “When you have two gorgeous, scantily clad women in your living room, something is bound to come up.”

The women giggled at his quip. Their reactions more arousing than embarrassing.

     What the hell did they talk about today?

“Well, stop gawking and go get ready,” Lisa commanded. “The sooner we eat dinner, the sooner you can unwrap your gift.” She looked at Becky before they both looked down and giggled again. “I want to give you time to enjoy your dessert…one delicious lick at a time.”

Now Davis was sure he was being excluded from something but he had no idea what it was. He only knew he couldn’t get any harder. He wanted to roll Lisa’s dress up her thighs so badly he couldn’t stand it. Dinner was going to be an eternity. He was going to be rock solid for hours.

“Your wish is my command.” He pretended to tip a nonexistent hat as his cock strained painfully. “Are you sure you won’t join me?” he jested.

Lisa didn’t miss a beat. “Who?” She smiled with mock confusion, switching her gaze from Davis to Becky and back again. “Don’t pretend I didn’t see your eyes burning through her dress.” Her jealousy was all feigned.

“Uhmm…” Again, he had been taken totally by surprise. “That would be you, my love.” His voice cracked as the words barely squeaked free.

“No way,” Lisa quipped. “I’m not going to let you mess up all my hard work.” She snickered, looking at Becky. “I’m not going to let you mess up Becky’s hard work either.” Her eyes lit on Davis’s face again.

Becky put her forehead on Lisa’s shoulder and giggled again.

Davis couldn’t believe what Lisa was saying in front of a stranger. He was dumbstruck. Dumbstruck with a cock that was ready to explode in his pants. “Okaaay…”He drew out the word slowly. “I’ll go get ready.”

“Hurry back,” Becky called sweetly.

Release is set! January 8, 2016

 

Final Edits Finally!

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I can’t believe it! After more than a hundred hours of edits, The Present has finally been moved to Final Edits! I have learned so much about writing and the book is so much better because of my editors hard work. I don’t know the etiquette in this manner (I respect her privacy) so I can’t give her name but I would shout it from the rooftops if I could.

Facebook Friends

Friends

Before you are “friends” you can only look at the other profiles you see. You can LIKE the things you see and even SHARE (below) to your timeline but, you won’t know when they post new things, you won’t see things they haven’t marked as “public” and you can’t POST on their timeline. In order to obtain these privileges you send a “friend request” and they may or may not “friend” you based on your mutual interest, pictures, friends, bio or lack thereof. If they do, you can see everything on their page, even things that aren’t public. You can also Post on their timeline and they receive the same privileges from you.

Your timeline lists everything that you post on your page in order but it alos lists things that people you “follow” post. YOUR “Posts” are permanent (until you delete them) on your page whereas things in your “timeline” (other peoples posts in addition to yours) are transient, forever being pushed off by newer posts from you and all your friends you follow. In addition, if you are “following” someone, everything they post on their page also appears on your timeline. Your timeline is NOT your profile page. The only things that are on your profile page are things you posted there and things you “share” publically. “Sharing” off your timeline posts to your page.

Summary

Your POSTS are fixed forever on your page until deleted and become transient on your friend’s timelines if they are following you.

Your Friends POSTS are fixed on their page but transient on your time line.

When you SHARE from your timeline you are taking something transient off of your timeline and posting it to your page making it permanent (until you delete it)

Remember, you can “follow” a friend or your can have a “friend” you don’t follow. I follow profiles that have interesting content and unfollow them if they are posting the same thing over and over or posting things I don’t want to see. I unfriend and unfollow them if I don’t like their content or comments.

When you friend people you further define who “you” are. Think of the Facebook world as a huge collection of bios with the profile information you put in (above). Bios with similar profile information are linked by Facebook but this is still a massive amount of bios. When you “friend”, you start to link with other bios directly (your friend) and indirectly (their friends, and friends you have in common). Your “people you may know” changes as you add more friends because “you may know” that persons (profile) friends and they may know yours. Now, fields on your profile that are in common with fields on your “friends” profiles start to further define your Fb identity. If you and your friends are all “interested” in romance, you will be solicited by publishers, other writers, writers etc. Think of it as a big Venn diagram and the targeting areas are where the rings of the diagram overlap.

Importantly,

1) every time you post something all your friends see your post on their timeline (if they follow you). Transient.

2) If you share something to your page, all your friends see what you shared on their timeline (if they follow you). Transient.

3) If you LIKE something your friend posted, the person who posted it will be NOTIFIED that you LIKED their post.

4) If you comment or share a post that your friend posted they will be NOTIFIED that you commented or shared their post.

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