Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Jude Mason!

Ménage Amour 
Jude Mason

Arms, legs, warm flesh pressing against your face. Mmm, soft, damp with sweat, a nipple touching your lips. The scent of sex, man—woman, does it matter when you’re so turned on you can’t catch a breath and your hands tremble enough to scramble an egg… in the shell?

Ménage: more than two, right? Three in a bed—two men, three, maybe two woman and a man—that’s every man’s fantasy right? But, can he handle it? Does he care? Coming so fast the women are left to their own devices. Someone’s got to be bisexual, one hopes. And while he lays there, erection gone, ego possibly deflated, he watches, transfixed as the women he covets more than life itself, pleasure each other. Yes, a man’s fantasy. You see, while these two entangle each other in their webs, suckle and diddle each other to distraction, he’s earnestly urging his cock to awaken.

Too close to reality? Possibly. Erection malfunction happens. Jealousy, uncertainty, one partner wants while the other flees terrified of what ‘everyone will think of my nude body’. Yet, ménage and more is the inner most fantasy of millions of us. The perfect entrance made by the most luscious fem or man while you lay there, waiting for them to ‘do you’. That’s the fantasy, yes?

That can happen too. A little planning, a lot of talking and an evening of trust can lead you and your lover to the most amazing time of your lives. Maybe even more than one. Swoon!

Ever been out with your love and seen someone who you’d do in a heartbeat? Do you tell your love? Talk about it? Make plans? That’s how it begins. Learning what you like, what you want. What you’d like to do before you die. That list, remember that list of things you couldn’t bear to die before you’ve done them all? We all have them. Some of us are brave enough to go after the experiences we want.

Walk up to that fellow and leaning down, baring just that little bit of cleavage, or a lot, when you whisper into his ear, “Do you want me?”

He’s shocked, at first. Not sure he actually heard those words, but there’s a stirring in his slacks. He turns and looks into your eyes. His whispering reply takes your breath, “Yes, I want you. Come with me.”

And of course you do, you follow him and the breath you thought gone returns and you gasp. Your love follows you, his body pressed firmly against yours as you cross the floor. Imagine being sandwiched between them. Naked flesh against naked flesh, limbs entwined, goose flesh racing.

A woman’s fantasy is to have two men servicing her. Why not? There are also bisexual men and women who yearn for the touch of the opposite sex. A recent release of mine has a slightly different take on this ménage story.

Here’s a taste of Doc, the first in a series that focuses on a futuristic healer who is what I like to call, an equal opportunity lover. He has his main man, Jazz, but he’s got a roving eye, and is always willing to share.
  Doc - Book #1 in the Daybreak 2525 series 
by Jude Mason
ISBN: 978-0-85715-490-3
Genre: Futuristic - post apocalypse/ Sci-Fi/ MM/ MF
Publisher: Total E-Bound


Book Blurb

Returning from a visit to one of the outland farms, Doc finds his village destroyed, his family either gone or dead and his lover vanished without a trace. The few survivors hidden among the ruins tell a tale of ruthless, sadistic marauders taking what they want and burning the rest. Doc finds too many dead and his heart breaks for those he finds alive. Mothers whose children are gone, Husbands who have lost everything and everyone.

Pulling as many people as he can together and tending their wounds, Doc vows to find the rest of his people. His father is among the dead, but his mother, his sister and lover are not.

The hunt is on.

Series Blurb

War, over-population, pollution and generations of uncaring, greedy governments have finally brought about the collapse of world as we know it.

It’s the year 2525 and the cities are dead, or very nearly so. The remnant of humanity struggle for survival along with a menagerie of wildlife that oftentimes isn’t native to the land it now inhabits. New plant life thrives, the old withers and dies. Marauding bands of thugs travel from village to village, taking what they will and destroying the rest.

This is the world Doc was born into. Pearl, his mother, is a healer. His father was a warrior of the tribe. Doc takes on the roll of both, as needed. His lover, Jazz, means the world to him. Together, they have a bond that’s unbreakable. Their family means everything to them and they’ll do whatever it takes to protect them.

This is their story.


He dropped the satchel filled with his doctoring tools and herbs to the grass and unslung his bow. It was a small affair, made of some mysterious alloy manufactured before the big war. He’d discovered it in what remained of the old city to the north and found it easier to aim than the long bows he’d been using. With a great deal of practice, the small weapon had proven extremely accurate, and he rarely travelled anywhere without it. An arrow in hand, he automatically notched it but didn’t draw it back. When he leant down to pick up his satchel, he saw movement below and again froze.

Doc squinted, hoping to see Jazz crouched amid the piles of rubble. His mother and father would be there, and his sister Robin—unless they were dead. Just thinking about it made him cringe. The warriors, where were they?

He noticed several of the bodies ahead were very small. His stomach churned.
More movements below caught his attention. The familiar figure of a white-haired elder shambled out from under one of the heaps of debris. Each tribe in the region seemed to have at least one person who kept the histories of what had taken place over the last few centuries, passing on stories from one to the next. Seth was one of these ‘Rememberers’, keeping the records of their tribe. Being the oldest person, he’d lived through much of what needed recalling.

The wind turned, and Doc got his first whiff of the fire and of the burned flesh. His belly rumbled. He swallowed bile and gagged.

Straightening up, he squared his shoulders and looked carefully around. The woods surrounding the village remained undamaged and quiet. There were a thousand places to hide. He watched for several heartbreaking moments, knowing he had to be sure those who’d attacked were gone before he ventured in.

When he was confident no one remained in hiding, he returned to the path leading down the hillside. His pace quickened until he was jogging. He scanned the brush on either side as he hurried on his way. Visions of the atrocities he’d seen, mingled with flashes of his family, and Jazz, his darling, sexy Jazz, leapt into his mind.

Jazz, the man he’d grown up with and had fallen head over heels in love with, a handful of years ago, kept returning to his thoughts. If these were simply marauders, Jazz would have fought and probably died trying to protect the tribe. But if the attackers were after slaves or trade goods, the outcome might have been much different.

He thrust both of those thoughts aside. He couldn’t bear to think of Jazz dead. Captive or slave might be worse in some ways. Doc’s heart lurched. At least you’d be alive, my love.


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  1. Hi Nichelle,

    Thanks so much for having me here. You've got a beautiful blog and it's a thrill to have my work seen on it.


  2. Aww, thanks, Jude! It was my pleasure having you on! ;-)

  3. Does it count if you are doing musical beds. Once in Taiwan two friends and I went to a hotel with three women. The women went from bed to room to room until each had been with all three of us.

    Another time in Hong Kong a woman said she would be up to see me. I was sharing a hotel bed. She came up so late that he was sound asleep. She crawled between us and he was none the wiser til I told him the next morning. Does that count?


  4. Hi, Ray, thanks for commenting! Well, I'm not sure your describing counts, although it sounds like quite an experience! I do believe it only counts as a menage if there are three people engaged in sexual activity at the same time.



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