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  1. I was pimped!

    September 26, 2014 by Heather Cole

    OK. Technically my book was, but still… something about the concept of my friends pimping me really appeals… Anyway, I digress!

    The beautiful and generous Kayla Lords featured me on her blog, A Sexual Being. She offered me the spot as soon as she heard that my latest book, SINS, had been released. Yes, there was some serious swooning on my part. Mostly because Kayla is kinky and AWESOME. She’s also one of the kindest sex bloggers/erotica authors you’ll see in these parts. AND (yes, capital letters are my friends) we get to feature her in October.  There is love, Vag readers. SO MUCH LOVE!

    Without further ado, check out Kayla and SINS. That’s right. Do it. (Y’all know you’re not working. It’s Friday, dammit.)

     

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  2. SINS: Come for the World

    September 13, 2014 by Heather Cole

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    The idea for this book came from a conversation with my sir. He said, “what if you wrote about a secret Catholic sect that worshipped through sex?” It was a concept I could relate to, not only because I was Catholic, but because I worshipped that man’s cock on a regular basis. I was intrigued after our brief conversation, and I began writing. Much of it went slowly as I searched for the right voice. Even though sir insisted that all it needed was “fucking and sucking” I made certain that it had plot and a heroine that I believed in. Who also loved fucking and sucking. The true fun of writing this was creating a character who was dominant, and boy howdy, does she dish out some punishment. Punishment with love, of course. *evil grin*

    SINS is available now at Amazon and will soon be all over the place.

    If you’re not hooked already, here’s an excerpt:

    Serah gently caressed the angle of his cheek. “I understand that this isn’t what you expected,
    but I can aid you in completing your journey. I’ll hear your confession and will help you find
    what you seek. Do you consent to this?”
    “Yes, Mother Priestess.” Rafael offered her a small smile as relief washed over his face.
    “Good. I’ll need a moment to prepare. Take this time to look inward. I’m reminded of a
    psalm: ‘Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving kindness: according unto the
    multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.’ And trust me, Rafael. I will render
    my tender mercies upon your fine flesh with respect and enthusiasm.” A slow grin curved her
    lips when she felt him shiver beneath her hands.
    “Yes, Mother Priestess.”

     

    So get on out of here and buy it. You won’t be disappointed.

    OH! Fair warning: if you believe religion shouldn’t go anywhere near the sexual realm, then this isn’t the book for you.

    MWAH!

    ~Heather


  3. Want More Sex In More Places?

    April 18, 2014 by Heather Cole

    Well, now you can get it. And don’t forget to keep an eye out for my newsletter! Also, check out my brand new website for all my erotica: Heather Cole Erotica, designed by the kick-ass, Bella Blitz, of course.

    Boob smooshes and lots more antics coming soon.

    Hugs,

    Heather

     

    TheHunt

    Available on Amazon and Smashwords

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     Available on Amazon and Smashwords


  4. The Balcony

    October 17, 2013 by Heather Cole

    We were waiting.

    Sir and I stood on the second floor balcony of the barn and waited for the doors to open to permit us inside. It was full dark, and I could see the flames of the campfire flickering below us. There was a crowd around me, black silhouettes against an indigo background. Shadows moved over the faces of people I knew and some that I only recognized by sight. Sir wrapped his arms around me, and I sank into his embrace, listening to the various conversations floating through the dark.

    I should have known he wouldn’t keep his hands still for long. In the deep gloom of the barn, his fingers found my clit through the thin fabric of my pants. I squirmed in a half-hearted attempt to move away, but his other arm wrapped around my chest to hold me still. My back was towards him as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. And since we had a rule that I must announce my orgasms, everyone I faced was going to hear me.

    I leaned my head back against his shoulder and stared up at the night sky. I could hear the crackle of the fire as a backdrop to the voices around me. My body was bruised and tired from the Slave Hunt, but the growing pressure of the orgasm felt delicious. I was about to burst into a hundred tiny orgasmic pieces when Kuma pinched me. It was completely unexpected. One minute I was marveling at the beauty of the universe and the next I was on my tiptoes trying to escape the fingers gripping the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. My only response was to whimper.

    A moment later there were different hands on me. By this time the balcony was more crowded, and although the faces were friendly, I didn’t know whose hands were doing what. Sir’s arm remained around my shoulders, a reassuring pressure, as hands pinched and caressed me. They moved over my hips and squeezed the meat of my ass. Their conversations continued past me as if they were completely independent of physical bodies. I was breathless from the contact, overwhelmed by the sensation of fingers, hands and bodies moving against me. My body seesawed between extremes. Did I want to come or cry? I rode the waves of both, waiting to see if I would crash on either side.

    “It’s like bringing a pretty toy to the party,” sir whispered in my ear. “I like that my friends want to play with my toy too.”

    I shivered as his words slid over me, delighting in the role he had bestowed. I was safe and loved like a treasured pet, a plaything to be stroked and teased. Sir silently offered me to our friends as a toy for the moment, and as their hands swept over me with greedy caresses, I felt desired and worshiped. The darkness became a blanket of intimacy, wrapping us closely together granting a degree of anonymity. It was thrilling, a rush of desire and lust and pain. And like every compelling ride, sir was there to catch me when it was finished. Eventually they dispersed like scattered stars returning to their individual orbits, and it was only sir and I under the night sky. Waiting.

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    If you like this then you’ll love my new collection of erotica! Tales of a Filthy Good Girl is now at Amazon.