GUEST BLOG: LAURA TOLOMEI

Born 1965 in Rome, Italy, I soon started my travelling career. At the age of five, my parents took me to Lagos, Nigeria, where I grew up free and hot like I’ve never been since. I loved it there and still think of it with nostalgia. Anyway, it was also where I learned English.

After my African experience, I was ready to tackle the US. I lived in Atlanta, GA, five teenage years, attending the Crestwood High School where I started my writing career by publishing a short story, “Nostalgia,” in the Crestwood Journal. Very thrilled about discovering my new talent, I went ahead during college, writing for the Emory University journal The Phoenix.

After my American experience, I moved back to Rome, but still kept living from time to time abroad, spending several months in Mumbay, India, a country I always felt very close to in more ways than one.

My writing hasn’t always been smooth sailing. I’ve had long periods off and on, living life rather than writing about it. Eventually though, a personal experience that couldn’t rest forced me to give it voice so I had to write Piccolo Crocevia A Cinque (loosely translated Little Five Points). This set me back on the writing track, but it didn’t turn into a career until recently I discovered my insatiable curiosity about people and their relations that steered me into writing again, particularly in a genre I wasn’t very familiar with, erotica. Today, I write both in Italian and English, mostly fiction of various genres, from fantasy erotica, to mysteries, to plain ordinary life stories.

The world is full of hunters and their prey. But some prey can become hunters themselves while others have hidden claws. And surrender isn’t necessarily the loser’s choice. Surprisingly, it can turn out to create new connections or balance pre-existing ones.

So will Sean accept anything for another taste of Leon?

R-M/F EXCERPT: Where Leon teases “Kitty”, his nickname for Janet.

Leon pulled back and smiled, his fingers never easing their slow torture. “Seems like you want something more, Kitty, am I wrong?”

Too excited to speak, she shook her head.

He grinned, but instead of opening the car like she expected, bent down and his tongue replaced his fingers, always keeping outside the panties. She felt the unbearable heat from the combined effects of his tongue and breath, her clit doubling its size to draw his attention further, her slit throbbing so furiously she feared it would jump out and take his cock on its own. Ashamed yet incredibly aroused, she spread her legs to invite him to reach more wet skin, leaning as far back as she could. But his tongue only teased her, darting on the sensitive skin still covered by the annoying underwear, never lingering long enough to allow her to get lost in pleasure. Frustrated, she raised her legs over his back, her elbows digging the car’s top, raising both hips and ass closer to his mouth. He gave her one last lick, then straitened, taking her legs with him. “Well, Kitty, it seems you’ve found an excellent position.”

He removed her shoes and pants, freeing her legs while playing some more with the wet panties before taking them off, too. His touch on her naked skin made her jump, pleasure threatening to drown her in a matter of seconds. He wet his fingers and pressed them on the sticky flesh, his thumb and forefinger narrowing on the anxious clit, stroking it in forceful sweeps that made Janet lose all residual control. With a loud moan, she leaned all the way back, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

At the new invitation, he pulled out a condom, took out his hard dick and dressed it quickly. She squirmed, anticipating his entrance with seductive hip movements that made him hurry through the process. Finally straightening his shoulders, he pulled her to him and with a forceful shove he was inside her wet, silky trap.

For a moment, neither one moved. Janet had not seen him, only felt his shape through the trousers. Inside her, it filled the entire space, straining for more as if it were not enough. Accordingly, her flesh enlarged to accommodate both the thickness and the long length. But in a matter of moments, she clung to him like a second skin, her trap sticking to every inch of him, squeezing it as he slid in, then out in an increasing tempo. She liked the feelings associated with the sensual dance, the ins and outs sending small sparks through her body, but to her utter shame, it was also the part she least enjoyed because at this point, the man would usually leave her behind, hurrying to the finish line alone.

She was slow. She knew it, although there was not much she could do to speed up her complicated process. Her hand ran to her clit, trying to stimulate it fast, but the ploy did not always work. Actually, it usually worked in one position and—

“Kitty, what’s wrong?”

The words caught her off guard. Raising her head, she met his dazzling green gaze searching her face. “Nothing,” she lied, trying to hide her frustration.

“Don’t lie, Kitty. What’s wrong? Is it me? Or the position?”

Wondering how the hell he could possibly know, she turned red and shook her head. “No, really, I—”

He bent all the way down on her, his mouth close to her ear. “Listen, Kitty, for some strange reason, I want you to come.” He breathed the words huskily, tickling her ear. “And not leave me alone to rush to the finishing line. I know your body likes it, but not enough apparently. Do you want to try another position?”

She nodded slowly.

He slid out and made her stand. Unlocking the car, he opened the door for her and smiled mischievously. “How do you want me?”

“I…well, there is one position I prefer above others, but if you don’t like it—”

“Just tell me how, Kitty.”

“I’ll show you.” She crawled inside the car, fumbling with the seat. Understanding her need, he bent down and flipped the back to a horizontal position. Janet lay on her stomach, pushing up her ass to show him what she liked.

He licked his lips. “This looks like an open invitation to a whole different place.”

Again feeling very hot on her face, Janet protested vigorously. “I didn’t mean—”

“What would be wrong with that?” He got in behind her, sitting on his knees, then closed the car. His hands immediately played with the round, firm buns offered up to him, squeezing them tightly, nibbling the taut skin. “Has anyone ever told you what a magnificent ass you have?”

Janet turned to glance behind her shoulders. “Plenty have, but I didn’t particularly relish their attentions.”

He kissed her buns, his tongue trailing seductively down the cleft. “That’s because they were probably incompetent fools.” Leon continued his finger tease. “I think you’d love it, if you let someone with experience take care of it.”

To be honest, his tantalizing trail was stirring a new sensation, one that her ass enjoyed particularly. She stretched luxuriously, raising her ass. “It would probably take too long and I’m not sure we’re in a comfortable position at all.”

“I could do it anywhere.” He grinned seductively. “And your ass is really one of the most tempting I’ve seen in a very long time.”

“I thought you went out with women to try something different.” Breathing heavily, she hoped sarcasm would get him back on the right track.

As if he had not even heard, his fingers slipped inside the tight hole and she tensed. “All right.” He got up to lie on her back. “I’ll leave your tempting ass alone…” With a forceful shove, his rigid cock penetrated all the way to the hilt inside her clammy slit. “For today. But next time, it’ll be mine.”

Laura Tolomei

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Comments

  1. Hi, there, it’s great to be here! I hope y’all enjoy the book, but mostly the HOT excerpt LOL
    Ciao from Rome, Laura

  2. Oh this is Hot. I have to read this book Laura.
    Thanks for sharing.Leon sounds very interesting. 🙂
    Carol L.
    Lucky4750@aol.com

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