5/16/2013

Crawl in Bed With R. Brennan





Crawling Into Bed With R. Brennan
And a Good Book



Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? 

Cotton. I'm a comfort girl all the way.

What are you wearing?

 Boxers and a t-shirt. Nothing worse than waking in the morning after wearing a silk nightie to bed to find your boob hanging out of your top... I like things to stay where they belong, you know? 


What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

That always depends. The only constant in my late night snacking habits is Hagen Daaz (sp) Pineapple Coconut ice cream which the Bohunk has dubbed "sexcream" We share a pint...uh...in bed... occasionally. Yes. That. 

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

You don't want to do that... Well, you might, but I assure you that drawer is R rated.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
One foot out and no tucked sheets. I'm a tall lady, and I hate when my feet get pushed flat, so I skip those hospital corners.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Only if I can do it back. I have notoriously cold feet, though. So beware.

What are we reading? LEAP OF FAITH



Blurb: New submissive, Faith Daniels is completely infatuated with her amazing Dominant, Richard Halstead, so when he sends her a summons via text message a full day before they had plans to meet, she can barely contain her excitement.

But, Richard didn’t just invite her over for a play date. Not this time. He has a proposition for Faith. One that could change the rest of her life.

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Excerpt (Mature Audiences Only): Strong hands grabbed hold of her kneecaps, startling her. Richard jerked her legs apart until she knelt in an exposed V position. His voice arrived close to her ear, sending a chill through her. “When I ask you to kneel for me, this is how you are to do it. I want you to display your desire. Show your need with the pride of a submissive. Do you understand me, Faith?”

Her body ached for his touch. The brush of his hand, the caress of a breast. Anything. She’d even welcome the slap of his paddle if it meant he’d touch her again. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was little more than a hoarse whisper.

“That’s my girl.” He slid a finger along her wet opening. Half a breath later, she heard his lips smack together, as if he’d just finished eating barbeque ribs. “Sweet nectar.” His hand returned to probe her slit. A finger entered her.

A gasp of pleasure tore from Faith’s throat, contorting into a whimper when he withdrew from her quivering pussy.

He traced a fingertip over her mouth, coating her lips with the evidence of her arousal.
The carnal scent of her juices surrounded her, pushing Faith toward the mindless black abyss of wanton need. Her nails dug into the flesh of her forearms as she willed herself to resist reaching for him again.

Two fingers forced their way into her mouth. “Taste your desire.”

Faith sucked them clean, her tongue swirling sensually around each offered digit.

Richard abruptly withdrew his hand and moved away.

Solitude rushed in to fill the space he left behind, leaving Faith breathless.

He signaled his return a few pounding heartbeats later with the ‘snap’ of his leash on her collar. “Come, pet,” he commanded.


Author Bio: R. Brennan is a subbie brat with a bitch streak, an IT geek for the state of New York, and reformed gaming addict raising her daughters in the rolling hills of Upstate NY. (You know, where it takes a ten minute drive to buy a gallon of milk, and the smell of cows lingers on the breeze.) The brave are welcome to follow her blog: http://bexbooknook.wordpress.com or stalk her on twitter: @bexbrennan Often sarcastic, blunt, and NSFW, but usually entertaining.

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Website: http://rbrennanerotica.weebly.com
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Twitter: @bexbrennan

2 comments:

  1. Thanks so much for having me today. I really enjoyed the interview questions, and appreciate you letting me visit with your readers.

    Bex

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