Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Christmas Spirits: Tomorrow's Gifts by Lisabet Sarai!

Blurb: Michael loves his burly, powerful partner Neil, but he's too embarrassed to share his secret fantasies of submission and surrender. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.

Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom, Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with Neil.

Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie with Neil?


Sexy, Snow-melting Excerpt Below:

“So, Michael. Have you been a good little boy?” Neil loomed over me, one hand against the wall on either side of my head. “Do you deserve the goodies that Santa’s brought for you?” Leaning forward, he trailed a wet tongue up my neck, from my open collar to just below my earlobe. When I squirmed in response, he flattened his pelvis against the lump growing in my jeans and fastened his mouth on mine. The fake beard got in the way. He ripped it off and resumed kissing me, while his hands slipped around me to cup my ass.

I loved the way Neil kissed with his full body, investing his entire being in the process. I snuggled against his red felt jacket, allowing him to take possession of my mouth. His kisses were deep, wet, full of soul. They made me light-headed. They made me hard. I could taste the beer he had drunk at the party and the peppermint candy cane that we’d shared on the way home, but underneath there was the familiar flavour of Neil, my housemate, friend and lover.

I forced my hand between our bodies and fumbled at his zipper. “Oh, are you being a naughty little boy?” he breathed in my ear. “Santa will have to punish you.”

His words thrilled me. Oh, if only he would make good on his threats! I knew from experience that he was only teasing, though. But maybe tonight would be different. With the holiday high, the post-party buzz, maybe tonight he’d give me what I craved.

I wrenched his fly open and wriggled through the opening in his briefs until I had what I wanted―the silky sensation of his cock-skin under my fingers. My own cock throbbed as I stroked him, marvelling at the contrast between the rock-hard flesh underneath and the satin-smooth layer that enclosed it.

I wanted to sink to my knees and suck him, right there in the hallway. I wanted him to fuck my mouth until I gagged then drown me in his cum. Instead, he extricated my hand from his trousers and squeezed it affectionately. “Let’s go to bed, baby. Let’s get naked.”

I followed him down the corridor to the back of the flat. By the time I reached the bedroom, the Santa costume was a crumpled scarlet heap in one corner. Neil stood by the side of the bed, hands on his hips, his cock jutting proudly from the black tangle at his groin. He was a fearsome sight, a towering six foot four with thighs like tree trunks and arms that could crush you to a pulp. It’s true, there were a few smile lines around his full mouth―he was thirty six, after all―but I thought they gave his face character. He was still the powerful, bear-like guy I’d fallen in love with three years ago.

Before he knew what was happening, I was at his feet. I grabbed his cock and swallowed it whole, burying my nose in the fragrant, curly hair at its root. My balls tightened as I was washed in his scent. He moaned and jerked his hips, ramming the bulb against the back of my throat. My cock surged. When he heard me gag, though, Neil retreated, pulling halfway out of my mouth. I sucked him back in, swirling my tongue around his shaft, trying to make him lose control.

It didn’t work. He pumped in and out of my mouth with measured thrusts, careful not to plunge too deep. I reached between his legs, stroked his balls, brushed my finger across his sphincter, urged the tip inside. Neil groaned and clenched his cheeks together, trapping my hand. But he didn’t let go the way I wanted him to. He didn’t go crazy. He didn’t grab my hair and ram his cock down my throat, the way I’d imagined.

So, did that get you in the mood for the holidays? ;^)

Maybe this cookie recipe will help! I'm not much of a baker, but I sometimes make cookies as holiday gifts for co-workers. This recipe, from The Joy of Cooking by Irma S. Rombauer and Marion Rombauer Becker, is one of my favorites – because it's so easy! I've included some variations that I've tried, in italics.

Quick Oatmeal Cookies

(Makes about three dozen two inch cookies)

Preheat oven to 350 F.


½ cup brown sugar, firmly packed

½ cup granulated sugar

You can also substitute 2 teaspoons of maple syrup and cut the granulated sugar to ¼ cup.
Cut the milk to 2 teaspoons in this case.

Cream with:

½ cup butter

Combine and beat in until smooth:

1 egg

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 tablespoon milk

Sift together and add to the above ingredients:

1 cup all purpose flour

½ teaspoon soda

½ teaspoon double-acting baking powder

½ teaspoon salt

When beaten smooth, add:

1 cup uncooked quick rolled oats

1 teaspoon grated orange (or lemon) rind

1 teaspoon cinnamon and ½ teaspoon cloves

¼ cup chopped walnuts

¼ cup raisins

Beat the mixture well. Drop cookies two inches apart on a well greased cookie sheet and bake until light brown. (About ten minutes).

Be sure to leave plenty of space between the cookies. They start out as lumps but flatten as they bake. If you don't leave enough space, they run together into ugly (but still delicious) blobs.


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Want a copy of Tomorrow's Gifts? Just leave a comment below. I'll randomly draw a winner on Sunday the 18th of December. Don't forget to include your email address so I can find you if you win!

Author Bio: A dozen years ago Lisabet Sarai experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published three single author short story collections and six erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series Coming Together Presents.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai's Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).


  1. Yummy! I love the cookbook, Lisabet, thanks for sharing your favorite recipe!

    Happy Holidays!!

    ~Nichelle :)

  2. Hi, Nichelle,

    Thank YOU for having me as your guest. And didn't you say something about it being your birthday this week? Happy Day!

  3. book sounds great thanks for the recipe

  4. Yeah Oatmeal cookies. Great story excerpt too. Thanks for sharing. The only thing I like better than writing a good hot man story is reading one. Keep up the good work.

  5. Your recipe reminds me of my book of Mom's recipes. I have all sorts of notes of what I've changed written on them. My sister frequently asks me for new copies to see what my notes now say. Neither one of us our natural cooks so any help is appreciated.


  6. Always love getting new recipes. The book sounds like a tear jerker. Is it gonna make me hate him for giving up his love?

  7. Merry Christmas and thanks for sharing your book here..sounds real good. The cookies sounds good and I am going to make some this week. susan Leech garysue@dejazzd.com

  8. I like the excerpt more than the cookies, sorry-oatmeal just doesn't float my boat like 2 guys going at it. Gotta get the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say. Carolyn
    j-coverholser at sbcglobal dot net

  9. Love the excerpt and thank you for the cookie recipe.

  10. Thank you for the great excerpt and delicious recipe.

    orelukjp0 at gmail dot com


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