I am always a work in progress... We never stop learning to master our craft.

Some of my favorite personal quotes..

"Everything I do, everything I am, all that I breathe is 18+ and will contain sexually suggestive material. ~ Gina Kincade 2011

"If you never have any expectations of other people then you will never be disappointed. When a positive experience occurs it is always a reason to rejoice." ~Gina Kincade, 2009

"I have learned, as a rule of thumb, never to ask whether you can do something. Say, instead, that you are doing it. Then fasten your seat belt. The most remarkable things follow." ~Julia Cameron

Saturday, July 31, 2010

"©AGAIN?" An Erotic Poem By Mona Arizona

"©Again is a free-verse tercet poem by Mona Arizona.

This erotica piece received second place in an international erotic poetry contest several years ago and is currently being converted to video format with erotica photos and music by Llewellyn. No part of this poem may be copied, transferred, or reproduced in any manner without written consent from the author.

Tercet poetry comprises stanzas consisting of three lines only where the first and third lines rhyme and where each stanza can exist as a poem on its own. The particular rhythm of this poem is 6-7-8, however, Mona suggests you read each stanza as a single sentence without thinking of it as poetry...for the full, erotic, emotional feelings it conveys."

By Mona Arizona

The window reflects us,
You behind me, our bodies
Bared, erotic, ‘roused god, goddess

Your voice, dark and liquid
Gold; heavy-lidded eyes hold
Me mesmerized, fiery, fervid

My hair free, wildly curled
About my face, over my
Shoulders; senses and thought are whirled

An instant wave of heat
Sent over, through my body;
It’s my lust you dare to entreat

Drawn by a feral scent,
Lust is there, certainly there
And yet, this lust is different

My reaction to your
Presence makes no sense at
All; delicious, sultry, cocksure

Thoroughly addicted
To your sexual allure—
Disguise it, I think determined

The drive comes from some place
Deeper within . . . primitive,
More intense; you’re like a scapegrace

I am a hedonist
Suddenly; no stopping my
Soul, for it is at its gayest

Open your eyes, you whisper;
I do, mine intensely engage
As yours gaze; You’re mine, you aver

Conquered and claimed, you brand
Me; with each kiss, with each touch,
With each word; I’m at your command

Long, wicked fingers mold
My breasts; gooseflesh ripples across
My skin, my vision you hold

Tongue warms a bold trail from
In my ear to its lobe to
My neck heating me with aplomb

Lids heavy with desire
Close; Keep them open, you say,
Ev’ry part of you I admire

A cloud passes between
Us and the moon, casting us
In grayer shadow; it’s serene

Barely seen but I sense
Kisses open and wet on
My shoulder; I have no defense

My thoughts tangle as your
Palm finds my breast, stroking my
Nipple; my cravings you immure

Giving no quarter, splayed
Fingers smooth a path downward;
Succinctly, the message conveyed

Against my back I feel
The hardness of your passion—
My world becomes more surreal

My head falls to your chest
On a moan and gasp for air;
My passion you have well assessed

A fingernail trails up
My thigh, moving along the
Inside of my thigh as to worship

Moving along braving
My leg, higher, higher, Ummm . . .
Suggesting the goal, refusing

To arrive there, it draws
Lazy circles on my thigh,
Inching higher, giving me pause

One hand smoothes down my ass
And cups me between my
Legs, rubbing, pressing, to harass

First one, then two enter;
Fingers that play me, test me,
In, out, again, across vulvar

I manage to loosed a
Shuddering breath; I lean a
Bit forward; you say, don’t stray

I try . . . I want you now;
I turn in your waiting arms;
We’ll take it slowly, you avow

Each finger of your hand
Slides into your mouth to be
Sucked; surprised, yet I understand

Your lips take mine, not in
An innocent kiss; my head
Is pushed back, desire a given

An erotic friction
Of lips, taking, demanding
Your deep merciless possession

Your tongue tastes of honey
Coasting over mine, I arch
Up to eat, swallow you wholly

You would make a feast
For any woman—your brain,
Bod, humor, sensitivity

This last still a wonder
To me, you see me clearly;
And I thought I was so clever

I gaze at you speechless,
Captured in your wicked spell
Of desire—unrestrained brashness

To fulfill dreams of me,
Your wickedest, wildest
Fantasy knows no boundary

My breath, a tiny sound;
All thought slips away; legless;
Sensibilities fogbound

You lift me, my legs wrap
‘Round your hips; across the room
As my butt cheeks you give a slap

Desperate and in thrall,
Pressed under the weight of you,
Across your bed we sprawl

My mouth opens on a
Sigh; your tongue quickly invades;
We breathe . . . breathe as one whereby

I relax under the
Weight of you pressing into
Me; how solid you feel; prima

That I can support your
Weight makes me feel larger in
My own right; I feel your tambour

Mobile lips persuade
As legs entwine and fingers
Across my breasts are splayed

They gently cup and weigh;
Your knee separates my legs
And tongues keep up their parlay

Across the broad expanse
Of your back, my hands skate to
Confirm your tenseness, then advance

I cup your buttocks, squeeze;
The muscles there contract; I
Slip lower, press the boundaries

Find the soft weight of your
Testicles and when I stroke
You, your lips break from mine unsure

On a deep groan from you,
Encouraged, I cup them, I
Squeeze gently; nothing to eschew

Warm breath, moist lips and tongue
Find that sensitive place
At my ear, my patience wrung

Traitorous body wants more
At war with virtuous thought;
Still, my hands begin to explore

Open-mouth kisses press
Along my cheek to my neck
To my nipple; your lips caress

A mewl escapes as your
Teeth bite and pull; then suck as
Your eyes meet mine as to assure

My hands grasp your thick hair;
A moan escapes my lips I
Know, though I think it from elsewhere

Your tongue licks the other
Breast; a breath—cool air washes
Over it with a lustful lure

Your gaze at its tautness
Floods my senses with yearning,
As from the sex god named Eros

I arch and hold you near,
Your fire igniting ev’ry
Nerve, each touch my flesh to sear

One hand to your shoulder,
I push you aside and roll
Over you; I’m feeling bolder

Then, splayed over you
Down my throat your kisses move
Lower until they start anew

To circle around my
Nipple, teeth come into play
Again, my body goes awry

Then the soft suckling of
Your lips; I lay weak, limp, and
Obedient; your talent suave

I slide down your body
To lick your chest; you like this;
Encouraging words are bawdry

Your hands come to my neck,
Massaging, encouraging
Me; lips part, my tongue I let fleck

Down, down until my tongue
Finds its destination
And I lick you up . . . nearly unstrung

Up the length of your cock;
You swear, or is it a prayer;
Your hands tighten and then unlock

They fall away from me;
You whisper my name—is it
Praise or warning? I smile coyly

Unable to tell which,
I do it again, taking
The tip of you like a sandwich

Lightly between my lips
I stroke it, your breath hitches;
I taste salt, musk; you my mouth sips

Suckling you as you had
Done my breasts, your body jerks
Beneath me; I cup your gonad

A growling from your throat
Decides me—definite praise;
You lift your hips as to promote

I try to take you deep,
Open my mouth to use the
Length of my tongue your length to sweep

Simply for the pleasure
Of making you shake; eas’ly
You writhe for me; not so cocksure

Suddenly, patience snaps,
And you take me beneath my
Arms and pull me up; I collapse

Your expression affords
Me a premonition—you
Roll over me, pull me upwards

Beneath you, you take my
Wrists, pull my arms over my
Head, take a length of cloth and tie

Afraid?, you ask; Never,
I reply; you smugly grin;
I don’t show or give you censure

My blood beats a tattoo
Rhythmically, masterly,
Nonsensically; oh, the rue

The somatosense as
Fingers steal downward to trail,
To learn, to teach with such panache

The voice of your quick breath
Empowers my boldness; I
Lift, your hardness close to me—eff

Not yet, your whisper wreathes
Round my mind; attentively,
You smile, one hand my mons enwreathes

The other slides beneath,
Kneads one globe; Oh, oh, I moan
As mobile fingers roam my heath

You chuckle on my skin . . .
My lids lift and meet your gaze
And I see your seductive grin

The swollen nub you seek
At the apex of my thighs...
Found; God! your thumb and fingers tweak

All thought I possess whirls;
Breath ceases; I feel you move
To separate, play my soft curls

Between the petals they
Glide, they coax and they promise;
While entering only partway

Stroking sensitive flesh,
Stirring the moisture with your
Touch, and my senses you enmesh

Hot and wet, you extol;
I arch my back and softly
Cry; I am under your control

Wickedly, they evoke
My essence, my core, my nub;
None ignored—a rub and a stroke

Increasing in time ‘til,
Working to pleasure passion,
Deeper and deeper they do drill

My head rolls side to side,
Your lean, muscled body next
To mine, panting, your hand I ride

Climax is swift; tongue licking,
Tasting, finding its way to
My core, your tongue begins flicking

I buck with passionate
Moans; hands rush to find purchase,
To keep me earth bound as you glut

You grip my hips and say,
I want to taste the food of
The gods; you still me where I lay

In its fragrance and flavor—
Your intent . . . to leave me boneless

On lusty passion’s waves,
I soar o’er terra firma;
Only your grip on me enslaves

Intense, white hot, you lave
Me into a frenzied heat;
With you, there’s so much more I crave

A groan deep in your throat
Escapes, vibrates against my
Need; your laving sounds like a rote

My hands clutch tousled sheets
Tho I course the galaxy;
My labored, needed breath entreats

Ardently, your name I
Murmur, yet you continue
On, my sated need you espy

Without hesitation,
Foreseeing your own release;
From that first kiss it did burgeon

I said we’d take it slow
But, girl, I have to take you
Or my nuts are going to blow

Your mouth crushes over mine;
I taste myself on your lips;
Above me, your body sublime

My fingers wrap ‘round your
Cock, velvet skin over steel,
I stroke from base to head ad hoc

With grunting gasps both my
Hands you take; Enough, you groan;
Firmly grip so they can’t deny

Wrap your legs ‘round my hips;
Eagerly, I move; comply,
Feel the head at my swollen lips

Again your mouth covers
Mine, as you impale my tight
Sheath so like the Nordic victors

Your mouth captures my moan;
Mouth to mouth, skin to heated
Skin, pumping faster; Ohhh! . . . evzone

Myself I taste follows
Your lips, your breath, and your tongue;
Your cock my sheath does enclose

One leg you lift across
Your shoulder; bury it to
The hilt; later we’ll share some doss

Deeper it penetrates
Firing your passion to new
Heights; shallow breathing it creates

It’s buried deep within;
It stops . . . no way to discern
Where you stop and where I begin

I can’t . . . Oh, please, I sigh,
My words belying action;
Fast and hard, Babe, comes your reply

You know how I like it,
So I let you set the pace;
You know for you I will submit

My nails dig in your arms,
Crescent shapes they will imprint,
Never lessen your rakish charms

As to who’s riding whom
I care not; I am witless;
It’s my passion you quite exhume

Steadily, you fill me,
Thrust deep in welcoming heat—
I cling, hold on—repeatedly

A million stars explode
In my brain, it’s all I see;
My sensibilities erode

I utter a piercing,
Loud, lengthy cry; lids shut tight
To keep my teared eyes from blearing

Involuntary lock—
Muscles strongly contract and
Milk your powerful, hard cock

Deeper, harder, faster;
My world spins on its axis;
I’m the slave and you’re the master

I climax in your arms;
You stifle a roar in the
Curve of my neck; me, it disarms

Down your nerves, under your
Skin it spreads, no time to think;
Each thrust, retreat, you seek succor

One final hard, deep thrust
Embeds you close to my womb;
You growl the last of your hot lust

The moment’s upon you
Flaring high, roaring, racing
Through your veins, through you, the wherethrough

The rush long awaited
Jettisons through your blood; your
Body empties into mine—fed

Drawing a long, deep breath,
You collapse . . . satiated,
Roll to your side, a lover’s death

Draw me, enfold me in
Your arms; my weakness embrace,
And protect me, your possession

A final kiss and then
Hold me close as we repose.
Again? Oh, yes; without question

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Friday, July 23, 2010

Stuck for words? Try this..., An insight revealed by "Belthizor"

Hello my ever-loyal underlings,

In this article, I thought I'd break away from the normal bitch session about poor grammar to reflect on something I learned today.

Perhaps the most common and frustrating problem among writers is the dreaded Writer's Block *dun dun DUUUN*.

Those two words alone are enough to strike fear in the hearts of many a writer. Fortunately, there is a solution... well not a guaranteed solution, but certainly one that can make a big difference.

So, what is this 'miracle cure' of which I speak? It's really quite frightfully easy.

The trick is Journal Writing. The answer lies within you.

Everyone is capable of writing, and we all know it, yet bringing the talent to the forefront can be a difficult process at the best of times. However, journal writing, or as my Professional Practice Teacher calls it: "diarising" can help get those creative juices flowing. The blurb to a brilliant book, which I will reference at the end of this article, states:

"Everyone can keep a journal. And everyone can learn from the journal writing experience. About personal insights, the meaning of dreams, "hangups" and stumbling blocks to success, our hidden fears and secret love affairs."

Still not convinced? Then read the following extract, from the same book:

"The writing of a journal is a simple process. It doesn't demand that we interpret a multitude of books or conform to a set of specific guidelines. It simply suggests we start at the most logical point in time - now."

The best bit about a journal? It's private, and it doesn't judge. In fact, it encourages you to write. It wants you to write. It calls for you to write. I can hear it now "Beeel-thizor!" it calls. "Come write in me! You know you want to... come to me..."

So, what are you waiting for? Get to writin'!

Your journal should be seen as an extension of you. A way for you to get down on paper (or computer) your deepest, darkest thoughts, fears, dreams, relationship issues, or even your thoughts on how much you absolutely adore that gorgeous hunk of man that is your one and only Lord Belthizor (I know you dream of me ;)).

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your Ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil. James Allen - "As A Man Thinketh"

Until next time,
Happy writing, and happy editing,
Lord Belthizor
Assistant Editor for Mistress Journals and Diploma of Community Services Work student.

Johnson, D (1989). Creative Guide To Journal Writing Gateway Publications, Louisville, CO

Find the original post and more insights from our Assistant Editor on Mistress Journals at http://mistressjournals.co.cc

Publishers Note: The views of the author do not necessarily reflect those of the publisher. We are very aware that the majority of men, and quite a few women, in our audience dream nightly naughty dreams of "The Mistress" herself, not the lowly Lord Belthizor (even if he is a sex god)...lmao!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

A Special Treat On The Blog Tonight! A Short Story by Denysé Bridger, Award-Winning Romance and Fantasy Author, "Because I Am Yours…"

Because I Am Yours…
© Denysé Bridger

I am sitting here, and my thoughts have wandered to Italy… to you, and what it would be like to be there with you… I’m smiling now because I know you are already wondering just what you’d be walking into when you came home from work – you’d never really know, would you?

That would be part of the fun, because I’d still send you messages during the day telling you how sexy you are, and how I can’t wait to see you… and touch you… how hot and wet I get thinking about having you inside me…

So… let’s play the fantasy that will one day be real…

You arrive home after another of the endlessly long days you work, but this time, you know I’m waiting for you… wanting to surprise and seduce you… and I will do both.

So, the door opens and you are home. I will greet you with a kiss and tell you how much I’ve missed you today – because I will always miss you in the hours when you are not with me. I pour a glass of wine and tell you to relax while you check the mail, but while you are doing that, I am already planning what I will do when I have you naked… and it won’t be very long before that happens. While you read your messages, I will rub your shoulders and ease the tension that has settled into your muscles. Of course, while I do that I will also be telling you what I am going to do next, so you really won’t relax very much at all, will you?

Once you have decided that reading the mail is useless, I will suggest that you let me take you to bed. I don’t think you will object. I take your hands and walk with you to the bed, but make you stand while I begin to remove each piece of clothing you are wearing. I love the feel of your skin, the tastes and textures of it… there are such beautiful places to touch you… the hollow at the base of your throat… when my tongue plays over that spot, you will feel it, my darling… All the way to your cock…

Let me run my hands along your sides, scratching so softly with the tips of my fingernails… Sending shivers through you… piece by piece until all you have on is the sexy black briefs that are not really enough to cover you at this moment... your eyes close when my hand traces the solid ridge of your dick pressing against the softness of the fabric.... and when I kiss your chest, and put my head against you, I can hear the beat of your heart, quicker now because you have no idea what is coming next, only that you want it....

I push you back onto the bed and finish undressing you, freeing your beautiful dick to my kiss... I lick the weeping tip and finally crawl over you so I can kiss you, deeply and with the full force of this passion you inspire in me.... I want you, tesoro mio - I always want you... you are like a drug that I have become addicted to, and I do adore you.... While I tell you just how much I need you, I tell you to close your eyes.... to let me do what I want to do with you. You are smiling now, but agree. I tie your hands so you cannot touch me - and tell you to sit up, with your back to the wall. Then I tell you to watch what I will do next.

Piece by piece I will remove my clothes now.... while you smile at me, your handsome face telling me you are enjoying this as much as I am. I lick my fingers and touch my nipples, tracing them until they are wet and hard.... then I will show you my new toys.... the smooth little vibrator, and the plastic dick you once told me I should buy.... I tell you to spread your legs, then I sit on the bed to face you, and put my legs over yours so you can't move, just watch. I know it excites you to see this little vibrator slipping in and out of my wet pussy, the hum of it as I let it quiver against my clit until the orgasm hits me and makes me shudder with pleasure. I am wide open to your view, we have no secrets… and I can see your pleasure, as well as hear the rasp of your breathing, tight with excitement, and anticipation…

Now it's your turn, and I will crawl forward, so that I can take your cock into my mouth and enjoy it. But what if I take the vibrator, still wet from my body, and slide it very carefully into your ass while I suck you? Can you imagine how it will feel? This vibrating, sliding in out of you while my tongue licks you, all over.... soft one moment, harder the next.... Should I leave the plastic dick quivering inside you while I sit across your hips and hold your dick in my hands, stroking slowly... while you try to breathe? I think I will leave it there, the rise of your hips is telling me how good it feels..... so, I can climb across your gorgeous body and put your dick into my dripping pussy while I ease you down onto your back and lie with you. If I close my legs you are so deep inside me, held so tight.... we can stay like this until it's unbearable, amore mio.... until we have to move because nothing else matters....

Every night we can find a new way to love and a new experience to share.... I want you, my sexy darling – like I have never wanted any other man.... Do you want to live these things with me??? Now you have another secret no one else has ever known about me.... I have given you another fantasy I have never spoken of to anyone else.... because I am yours…


About Denysé Bridger

Denysé Bridger, Award-Winning Romance and Fantasy Author, is Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer. She began writing at an early age and can't recall a time when she wasn't creating in some artistic form.

Her life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what she writes; The American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt.

The other endless love affair in her life is Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture. That passion spills into all aspects of her life.

You can visit Denysé at the links below:
Official Website: at http://www.denysebridger.com/
Facebook Fan Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Romance-and-Fantasy/458701180391
Official Author Blog: http://fantasy-pages.blogspot.com/

And don’t forget the incredible new Sensual Treats Magazine, "A new, quarterly magazine dedicated to Romance and all things romantic.” http://www.sensualtreats.webs.com/

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Collaborative Erotic Writing - The Intimate Relationships It Can Form...and Destroy.

How does the saying go, “A million monkeys…”?

Certainly the law of odds predicts a work of written art can be reproduced by enough monkeys pounding away, but any writer will attest it takes heart and soul to create.

We pour our thoughts, fantasies, fears, and excitement into our work, maybe more so with erotica than other genres as it touches such a personal chord in our soul.

As social networking via the internet becomes more common place there is a growing trend towards collaborative writing. Coming together in pairs or groups, writers work together on a single document.

This can take on many forms from a role play where each writer assumes a character, to a jointly developed story where each writes a small part and returns it to the other. Sometimes the plot is predetermined; sometimes it just happens as it is written.

A quick Google search will give plenty of background on collaborative writing, but one point not often discussed with respect to erotica is the bond formed between the writers.

I have been surprised by the depth of the emotional attachment when writing with a partner. Despite the lack of physical contact, marital status, prior agreements regarding expectations, or even knowing more than the name of the other writer, deep emotional connections are developed.

Possibly it is the sharing of intimate, personal thoughts often based on fantasies, or in trying to act as character that is pleasing, or in the excitement of interacting in naughty, sexual ways with another person. Likely it is a combination of the above and varies by individual.

Whatever the reason, this bond forms and over time it begins to look more and more like an actual couple. The term “Face Book Wife” or Face Book Husband” has been used often and aptly describes this type of relationship, even though these couples might be married to a real-life husband or wife who may or may not be aware of this activity.

Collaborative erotic writing is nearly as intimate as a real relationship. Jealousy, pain, joy, and sometimes true love can develop.

Writers need to be able to communicate about their feelings outside of the collaborative work, be sensitive to the others emotions, and have a sense of integrity about their actions, identical to any good committed relationship.

And if they do, the results can be a beautiful artistry, spinning erotic bliss for all to see.

~ Anonymous

Publishers additional note:

The above was submitted to me via a friend who at this time wishes to remain anonymous which I greatly respect. I however,wanted to add my two cents to the end of it because of so many situations that have been occurring around me lately.

When agreeing to write collaboratively with another author many forget that just like any other "contract" there should be guidelines and boundaries set in place to protect all involved and they MUST be adhered to. When they are not, mayhem can occur.

I have personally seen the negative effects of this. One or more of the collaborative partners gets far too heavily involved in this "new relationship or role play" and often it can lead to the destruction of marriages or other relationships.

Frequently people don't realize the effects of their "virtual life" and online relationships can have upon "real life".

Although I have personally been approached on many occasions to write my erotica with a partner, I will always respectfully decline for this very reason.

Collaborative writing, as my friend said above "can be a beautiful artistry, spinning erotic bliss for all to see." But it can also be the destruction of so many lives if not maintained in an appropriate fashion.

So please remember if you plan on sharing this type of intimacy with another author, collaboratively writing, set your guidelines and if you find you or they are crossing them, perhaps its time to consider the alternatives to continuing.

Is it wise to do so, or in the end will someone be getting hurt? Is a single written story worth the heart and feelings of another human being? Not in my opinion.

Again, just my two cents.

*kisses* Gina Kincade

Saturday, July 17, 2010

NEW Executive Personal Assistant for Mistress Journals Erotic Stories Forum!!

NEW Executive Personal Assistant for Mistress Journals Erotic Stories Forum!!

Mistress Journals is proud to announce Faith Knight, our newest family member, will hold the position of “Executive Personal Assistant” to the Mistress as of July 20th, 2010.

Faith will be formally responsible for assisting Ms. Gina Kincade with the daily operations of the forum and the structural composition and construction of a new website for Mistress Journals Erotic Stories Forum.

She will assist our "Assistant Editor" Lord Belthizor with the day-to-day editing operations on the Erotic Stories Forum, as directed by her Mistress.

MJS Publishing:

In addition to the Mistress Journals Erotic Stories position, Faith will be joining Ms. Gina Kincade in the creation of an interesting joint venture into the world of publishing with MJS Publishing.

Faith will be in the position of EPA and all around “right hand lady” when MJS Publishing is formally launched in July 2011.

Please welcome Faith, my “Lady Of The Night” as the impending date of her arrival draws near!

Friday, July 16, 2010

The Mistress Journals Of Gina Kincade is looking for stories/articles to post on our blog.

The Mistress Journals Of Gina Kincade is looking for stories/articles to post on our blog.

Pretty much anything that has to do with writing will be accepted.

- Unpublished works by aspiring authors looking for exposure. (Must be ready for publishing. Anything sent in with grammatical/spelling/punctuation errors will be discarded)

- Excerpts from other authors to advertise their current books on Amazon or upcoming new releases.

- Contests, submission calls or even just an advertisement for blog or facebook fan page or web page.

Like I said, pretty much anything goes. Of course erotica is always perfect. *wink*

Please email admin@mistressjournals.co.cc with the subject line “Blog” to inquire.

Yours Faithfully,

Gina Kincade aka The Mistress Of Erotica,
Author Of Erotic and Erotic Paranormal Romance
Founder/Administrator of Mistress Journals Erotic Stories Forum

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Friday, July 9, 2010

Reminder to all: Erotic Poet Lacy Black and Erotic Author Ms. Gina Kincade will be at Tattoo Art & More, in Kitchener today at 1:30!

Erotic Poet Lacy Black and Erotic Author Ms. Gina Kincade will be at Tattoo Art & More in Kitchener, Ontario today, Friday, July 9th, at 1:30!

Come down and see us and as an added bonus get *10% off any piercing done while we are in the shop!!!

Rumor has it Angel Sweets will be our special sexy guest in attendance!

Here is your chance to meet some hot erotic authors! Don't miss this special event!


Information Details:

"Special Appearance" at Tattoo Art & More by Erotic Author Ms. Gina Kincade on Friday July 9th, 2010 at 1:30-4:30!!

Stop by and visit with Ms. Kincade as she gets her "Custom Pagan Armband Tattoo" by Todd Evans, mention that you saw her ad on Facebook and recieve a *10% discount off ANY piercing by George William Lewis!

So come on down to Tattoo Art & More, across from Grand River Hospital in Kitchener, at 950 King St. W. and meet Ms. Kincade!

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Monday, July 5, 2010

"The Alcove" by Gina Kincade, Now posted on Mistress Journals!

"The Alcove" by Gina Kincade is A short story about a spontaneous sexual experience that will have you hot and wanting more in minutes!

For the entire story, please visit Mistress Journals Erotic Stories Forum. The Alcove can be found under the "Erotic Couples" Section of Erotic Stories.

Teaser from "The Alcove" by Gina Kincade

Laughing, they ran into the nearest covered doorway to escape the summer evening downpour that had erupted. The door appeared to belong to the closed up building, not the apartments connected to it and the alcove was deep enough to fit them both and keep the heavy rain from reaching them.

Reece and Anna had gone out for dinner and were supposed to go see a movie, but had decided they just couldn’t keep their hands off each other long enough. All during the cannelloni dinner, at the Italian restaurant, they touched each other under the table, rubbing and groping like teenagers. They were on their way back to Anna’s apartment when the dark clouds covered the setting sun and torrents of water struck down upon the city.

Watching the rain come down, wondering how long it was going to last, Anna shivered in her light peasant shirt and short skirt, both of which were now soaked through and sticking to her like a second skin, forming around her lush, perky breasts and sliding over her slim waist to cling to her hips. Her white, bikini panties, now see through in patches, were just barely visible where the skirt now hugged the top of her thighs. Her long dark hair was dripping down her back in trickling streams, adding to the chilling of her skin.

Reece, feeling her shiver, pulled her into his embrace offering her his body heat and rubbing his hands briskly up and down her arms and back. He enjoyed the way Anna snuggled into him, her head tucked beneath his chin and her mouth just inches from his throat. The feel of her warm breath in the hollow of his neck and caressing down inside the top of his shirt was making him quite hard. He wasn’t even noticing the rain anymore it was all about Anna.

Running his hand over the wetness of her shirt and pinching lightly at the hard nipple bulging from it, he began nuzzling her neck, gently biting at her ear and throat with little nips and tugs creating a slight redness where his mouth touched her. Oh man, he was on fire, he wanted her body, to be inside her, here, now.

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