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Lethal Obsession: Erotica by Sexy Author Shandra Miller




Angela Martin is like everyone else. She wants acceptance. Love. Passion.

For five years she’s lived with the pain of knowing her husband cheats on her. She’s dealt with the heart-rending rejection by rebuilding her life around her work, becoming the first woman detective in the history of the Moose Creek, N.C., police department.

Then she stumbles upon him. A man who reawakens desire, who makes her feel more alive than she believed possible by pulling her into a world of bondage and dominance, devotion and trust taken to a new level, fear mingling with desire, a craving stronger than any drug.

Soon women start turning up dead in Moose Creek, bound and tortured, tied in ways that Angela finds startling familiar. Angela’s heart tells her that her newfound love cannot be the killer, her detective instincts tell her otherwise, and her obsession with this new lifestyle draws her back to him, even at the risk of her life.

LETHAL OBSESSION is a tale of sex and bondage, love and fear, desire and suspicion, with an ending that will leave you breathless, craving more.

LETHAL OBSESSION is available for purchase during March for an introductory offer of $2.99.

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About Shandra Miller

Shandra is a mid-western gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. Eventually she made her way to Florida, worked for three years as a carnie and another three with a circus — yes, a real, live, honest-to-god circus. Traveled all through the South and Mid-Atlantic, town to town, on the road eight months at a time.

Now she’s a small-town office girl, filing papers, answering the phone. She doesn’t own a cell phone or a TV, she takes long walks at night, lies in the grass in the day time and watches the clouds go by, and she writes erotica. Blazing hot erotica. And mystery stories dripping with lust, sex and suspense.

You can follow Shandra on her blog, Shandra’s Shadow World, on Facebook and on Twitter.

You can also join her March Lethal Obsession Blog Tour — There you’ll find contests and giveaways, and a chance at winning a $20 Amazon gift card and an e-copy of all of her published fiction!



An excerpt from


Angela took a deep breath, exhaled, then opened the door and stepped in.

She felt the blood drain from her face, the strength leave her legs. She stumbled, grabbed the door handle for support. It wasn’t enough. Her knees buckled and she leaned her body against the door jamb. Angela closed her eyes. Do not pass out. Do not lose it. She flinched when a hand touched her shoulder.


It was Tank, and his voice – his touch – brought Angela back to her senses. She stood straight and turned away, facing back toward the parking lot.

“You okay?” he asked, surprise in his eyes.

Get a grip. Moose Creek was a small town – a fourth of its entire police force stood before Angela – and she was the first woman ever hired outside of a clerical deputy. She had worked hard, taken on all the most difficult cases that managed to spring up in their town, went through the toughest training courses she could find, and it had paid off. Angela had the respect of her chief, even the awe of some of the younger officers, yet she still carried a small chip on her shoulder. Crimes were not supposed to bother her, and she worked hard at showing no reaction….

…Angela braced herself and turned back inside.

Across the room the nude body of a woman hung. Her arms were stretched overhead, wrists bound together and then tied to a metal loop driven into the ceiling. A scarf was tied around her head, acting as a blindfold, and another gagged her, holding what looked to be another balled-up piece of cloth deep in her mouth.

A tremble ran through Angela’s body. Just do your job. She looked around. It was a bare room – bed undisturbed, small cheap desk against one wall, next to a low chest of drawers. On that set a television, blaring some music video channel.

Angela pulled two latex gloves from her pocket and put them on. Carefully, so as to offer minimal disturbance to the scene, she walked across the room, stopping to take the remote from where it set on top of the television. She clicked a button to see what channel it was on, checked to see the last channel it had been on, then clicked the mute button. She turned back to the victim and stepped to her.

Dried mascara lined her face. She had cried. From the look of her face she had cried a lot. Angela struggled to focus, to think, flashbacks playing through her head, the feeling of dread, of helplessness, of seeing nothing but darkness, hearing nothing but the sound of her own muffled voice and the slap of leather against her body.

Angela stepped around behind the woman – red marks crisscrossed her buttocks, the back of her legs, a couple snaking their way around her hip to the front. Angela felt faint, ghost-pain stings from her own butt surfacing in her mind. And, despite her fear, and revulsion of what she was now investigating, from somewhere inside she felt…arousal at the memory of her own experience….

3 in the Morning

I am groggy this morning, or perhaps I am still asleep. Am I dreaming? I have this incredible hard on and a feeling of intense excitement rising within my dick, pushing its way to the tip. I can’t quite understand this moment as I lie here, glancing over, finding Tina lying next to me, naked. She has the cover pulled down exposing me, sliding her elegant fingers so gently and lovingly up and down on my hard dick, having me so excited as I’m already feeling a build-up; and she certainly has me by surprise, and a pleasant one at that as she and Pam just came in last night.

And speaking of Pam…she walks into the room. Normally I might be embarrassed, but having Tina stroking my dick and Pam now standing at the foot of the bed, completely naked, her tanned body, full and bouncy breasts, and near bleach blond hair, on her head and bush, strike quite a contrast with Tina’s pale skin, small but firm breasts, and auburn hair. I still think I am dreaming as I have fantasized about Pam and Tina, separately and together, but would not have anticipated I would ever wake to this; they are friends, platonic friends, even though we do flirt.

I am straining to hold it in. Tina just strokes my dick with a firm yet gentle caress with her oh so delicate fingers, while Pam crawls onto the bed, staring at my dick as a smile spreads across lips so fleshy and delicious, and exciting me more as she watches. They have definitely caught me off guard as I cannot muster the strength to hold it back, feeling a rush that wants to shoot out my dick and into Pam’s mouth as she lies there on her tummy, just on my legs, blowing onto my dick, her lips pursing as though she wants a taste.

I can’t hold it back anymore as the pressure builds up and climbs to the end of my dick like a rod pushing its way from within to the very tip, feeling like the head of it is going to explode, as I let it go, sprouting up like a geyser as both Tina and Pam squeal with excitement while I let out an exasperated groan of intense joy; and I try to catch my breath.

I definitely did not expect this. Tina and Pam are just friends, who happened to stay over last night; though they are both desirable, young , oh so delicious women, we’ve never had any sexual contact before. We have flirted and talked openly about sex, and even among ourselves, but I definitely did not expect such a…oh hell, stop trying to deny it.

Pam jumps up, her jiggly tits bouncing, exciting me, as she runs into the bathroom. I turn my attention to Tina, just looking up and down her beautiful body, and wondering why I hear water running in the bathroom. Pam shortly comes out of the bathroom with two wet washcloths and a towel. She hands one of the washcloths to Tina, then they begin rubbing me down where I came all over myself. Slowly and gently each of them stroke the washcloths over my stomach, my hips, and Pam grabs my dick up in one hand and wipes it, gently stroking with the wet washcloth, then she gently pushes my dick up toward my stomach, letting it lie, then gently caresses the tip of her finger along the exposed, tender underside of my penis.

After wiping me down, Pam takes the towel and pats me down with it; then she gets back up from the bed, those tits bouncing and ass jiggling, as she takes the washcloths and towel back into the bathroom, while Tina rolls onto me, licking my lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth; we engage in kissing and tonguing. I bite gently onto her lower lip as I feel her lip swell and bend into a smile. She pulls her lip from my mouth, her head tilts and her eyes make contact with mine, those beautiful green eyes; still smiling, she nips at my nose.

Tina rolls off of me as I see Pam crawl onto the foot of the bed, straddling my legs; the silken skin of her inner thighs feels like heaven brushing against my legs as she inches her way up on me. She takes my dick in her hand, and rubs it up against her bush; that’s such a wonderful feeling, that of her soft silky hair on the skin of my dick, exciting me. I feel my dick hardening already, tingling going through my body as it begins to stand; she and I both watch it thicken, standing on its own as a hose filling with water in anticipation of the fire which lies ahead; she bites her lower lip as I feel my eyes roll back momentarily losing site of her silken, naked body.

Pam strokes my dick further into a solid rod, near getting me off in the process just as she pauses, then she inches up a bit more on me. The pressure, the anticipation within my dick is so much, she looks down onto my dick as she sees a bead of cum form; a smile, as though she has conquered me forms on her lips. Her eyes have a different, intense look to them; a hunger in them. Standing on her knees, the swollen tip of my penis just touching the tender folds of her clit, she firmly presses my dick into place as the head sinks into her pussy, then slides her body down, my hard dick sliding up into her, feeling the tenderness of her vagina envelop it.

Tina straddles me over my head, standing on her knees with one leg on each side of my head. I look right up and see her clit, as she grabs hold to the headboard and brings her clit into contact with my mouth. It’s like an open mouthed kiss on her clit as I press my lips into it, suckling and nibbling at it as her head sways from side to side, her hands clenching the headboard in a deathgrip.

I begin pressing my tongue onto Tina’s clit as I feel Pam thrusting on my dick. I slide my tongue across Tina’s clit, wiggling, driving the tip of it in, then pressing my tongue out and into her pussy as far as I can; swirling it, feeling her tender flesh withingagainst the surface of my tongue as she squirms, moans, throwing her head back. I begin my own moaning as my dick becomes a throbbing, bulging, solid rod in Pam’s pussy; so wanting to explode within her as she thrusts her hips back and forth and sliding it in and out of her vagina so firmly, stroking it from within.

I bend my arms up and grab Tina’s hips, holding firmly to her as I push my tongue further into her vagina, curling and twisting, pushing it in and out. I press my teeth firmly against the outer lips of her vagina, pressing my lips, and pressing my tongue into her, hard, while she maintains a motion, her hips slightly moving in synch with Pam’s thrusts; her head moves forward and down, as I can see her face as her mouth gapes open, her eyes closed, dreamily, as she lets out a long, exhaustive gasp of breath.

I feel like I want to come off the bed, straining to hold it in as Pam thrusts harder, faster, my dick going in and out of her with ever increasing speed, staying so hard, and pressure building beyond what I ever thought I could hold back, like a ball, a wad at  the very tip trying so hard to burst out. All the while I dig as hard as I can into Tina’s pussy, my mouth over it like an incredible kiss, my tongue digging within as though it’s my last meal, and yet I gasp my moans into her, as she tenses, moaning, screaming, thrusting back and forth on my face.

Tina twists and tries to pull away from me as I continue thrusting and licking deep into her with my tongue. She drops her hands from the headboard and places them on my head, pushing against me trying even harder to push away, but I hold to her hips more firmly, not only enjoying the feel of naked flesh in my hands, on my cheeks, and the feeling of my tongue within her, but also holding to her as firmly as I can  as I tense up holding back, squeezing every muscle in my abdomen and my legs as Pam bounces and thrusts hard on my dick.

All three of us moan and tense together. Tina removes her hands from my head and grabs onto the headboard again. Her eyes are closed tightly, her mouth open as she pants and moans loudly; her reactions turn me on even more. Pam’s thrusting is so hard, my dick is so swollen within her her, it has become so tight; every thrust making that wad pounding at the tip of my dick so much harder to hold. I tighten my muscles even more, to the point I feel my shoulders come off the bed, raising Tina up with me, my tongue dug in so deeply into her as I scream loudly into her pussy as I can’t hold it anymore and let loose inside of Pam so hard, my dick is like a hose spraying, streaming deeply into her as she lets out a climactic scream, as Tina screams just as her body goes limp in my hands, her body falling back onto the bed as I let out a great exhaustive gasp.

I am weak from such an incredible experience. Pam is still atop me, breathing hard, sweating; her tits moving up and down as hard as she is breathing, trying to catch her breath. She slides off of me and lays her body down beside me, both of us still trembling with the excitement of what just happened. Weak and exhausted, I reach and grab hold to Tina as I pull her, now barely conscious, onto me. Lying naked together with each other, Tina draped like a ragdoll on top of me, Pam and cuddle and hold to Tina. I think we are going to go to sleep now; I can’t wait to wake up again.

The end

© 2011 by Dos Cleve

Sophia Bellefonte Debuts with Saved by Lust for Kindle

Get It Now: Saved by Lust: by Sophia Bellefonte

Erotica is not just about sex, but about life in general. It’s our feelings, our desires and wants, our dreams realized or shattered, and joy and tears.

Does that sound like your average novel? You bet it is. Erotica is no different in its literary sense of the stories, characters, and issues it represents, but erotica does differ is in its honesty and not being subjected to and bound by prudishness.

Every new story published and every new author who comes to the forefront is something to celebrate, whether it is erotica or not. Being this site is about erotica in its various forms, I am pleased to present the debut of a new author offering up her own erotic fiction in the story Saved by Lust, and available for Kindle.

Keep an eye on Sophia Bellefonte as we’ll probably be seeing a lot more of her…

…I didn’t mean in that way. ;)


Lila was on another investigation when she met Jack Donovan, a new detective in the area. She had no idea he was different until she felt his touch. His body seemed to have a strange power over her. What inevitably led to a night of incredible passion would also lead to something more serious. Could Jack’s mysterious powers be used to save someone Lila holds dear? Or is his secret so dangerous that she dare not see him again?

READER ADVISORY: Story contains content some readers may find objectionable, including voyeurism, exhibitionism, sexual violence, graphic foreplay, sex with strangers and extended orgasms. If you have a problem with orgasms, do not purchase this book.

Read on for a small taste of what’s inside:

Maybe one more time wouldn’t be so bad, I thought as he lightly pinched my nipples. I retrieved his hands from under my shirt and led him down the hall to my bedroom. He kissed the back of my neck, making my hair stand on in, as we walked into the cool, dark room. I led him to my bed and pushed him onto it.

“What about breakfast?” He asked, watching as I walked around my room lighting sweet-scented candles. I didn’t answer. I stood in front of him, staring into his dark eyes. Slowly and seductively I began to undress. I watched his eyes begin to burn with passion as I pulled my tank top over my head, exposing my bare torso. He licked his lips slightly as I slid my shorts and panties down my long legs. I crawled onto the bed, kneeling over him. With nimble fingers I unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his broad shoulders. I then removed his jeans and boxers and tossed them onto the floor. I crawled over him, pushing him back onto my pile of pillows.


Racing Trophy Girl

I never got into car racing, though my friends, beer guzzling rednecks they are, and I wonder about that, certainly are into racing.

I had been at a race with them just this morning; finding nothing particularly interesting about it, not as they were, except for one one thing we had in common, and that was a keen interest in the trophy girl.

It is amazing the rednecks and others involved with this sport, and yet the beautiful women with incredible bodies who have been trophy girls.

My friends were busy, as most of these guys were, whooping and hollering at this one  trophy girl this morning. I must say that she had some of the biggest tits I’ve ever seen bunched up into that top, trying their damnedest to push their way out, and I was certainly wishing them luck.

My friends certainly were helping me to make a connection with her, unknown to them. They were loud and obnoxious enough to get her attention, which she seemed to play along with, but I wasn’t having any of their behavior as I was busy making hand signs to her, behind their backs; crazy loops, bunny ears, and references to tiny dicks. I think they thought she was responding to them with all that laughter.

Making my way back from the restroom later, I ran into her. We hit it off talking; so much so that I now find myself in a motel room with this luscious woman.

I’m already hard just looking at her in those country girl clothes; a short sleeve shirt pulled up and tied just below her breasts, Daisy Dukes cutoff blue jean shorts, and cowboy boots. She is certainly showing plenty of midriff and leg, and getting ready to show so much more as she stands before me, swaying her hips, turning about, moving to the music; sort of a strip tease.

She unties the ends of her shirt, pulls on the sides and lets it slide off her arms behind her, revealing a cut up t-shirt she is using as a makeshift sports bra, and it is barely holding those huge tits in as, without the shirt, they are just peeking out above and below it. As curiosity got the better of me earlier, she had told her cup size is EE; I had no idea such a cup size existed, but I’m becoming a believer by the moment.

She turns about, her back to me, as she peers seductively over her shoulder, her long light brown hair draping down, then pulls off the makeshift bra. She turns back around with her arms folded under her tits, cradling them; and oh my god they are so huge.

She drops her arms, letting her tits hang down, and amazing how well they hold up on their own despite how big they are, as she puts her hands in her waistband, wriggling her hips from side to side as she pushes her shorts down her legs, then standing erect as they drop the rest of the way, then steps out of them.

She stands before me fully naked, save for the cowboy boots she is still wearing. Her body is gorgeous. She has such a thin tight waistline for a woman with such large breasts, and yet her hips are shapely, her legs full and and athletically firm, yet supple like the rest of her body. And she has a full bush of pubic hair; light brown too.

She walks to the bed where I am sitting, putting her knee beside me and leaning into my face with those big tits. The softness of them giving against my face as I turn my face from side to side, rubbing against them, is so stimulating, exciting. I kiss that giving flesh of her tits, rub my tongue along one as I find her nipple and take it into my mouth, sucking on it. I bring my hands up to hold them as I alternate from one tit to the other, sucking and kissing, and just rubbing my face in these gorgeous unbelievable tits.

She slides her hands down my side, grabbing my shirt at the bottom and pulling it up, over my head and off of me. She leans forward, pushing me into the bed, as she lays on top of me, feeling my hard dick pushing up through my pants, her tits pressing into my bare chest.

She moves down on my body, her tits dragging along my bare flesh, driving me wild, as she puts her hands in my waist band, tugging at my belt and unbuckling it, sliding the zipper down with her fingers, rubbing her fingertips against the tip of my dick trying to push its way out of my underwear. She stands and pulls my pants off of me; kneeling and leaning back in, her chin coming to rest just about at my balls as she gleefully looks upon the protrusion trying to force its way free from my underwear.

My dick is so hard, my balls tingle with excitement as she rubs her finger along my underwear, pushing on my dick pressing up against it. She leans in further and presses her lips against my underwear, pressing them down onto the tip of my dick and nibbling on the head of my dick.

She pulls back up as she grabs hold to the side of my shorts and just pulls them completely off. My dick stands fully erect; it is so hard the skin on it is tight. The head of my dick feels so swollen as she leans back in between my legs, taking her fingertip again and placing it on the tip of my dick, pushing it toward my stomach, and running her finger along the so sensitive underside; my stomach muscles tighten in response as I feel a rush of excitement coming on in my dick.

She holds my dick between her fingers as she leans in, pressing those tits against my thighs and placing those full lips on the head of my dick, pushing them down on it as she takes it into her mouth.

Her her moves up and down on my dick, sliding those lips all along the surface, holding to the base of my dick with her fingers, with her pinkie moving up and down on my balls, increasing the rush building up within.

She senses my excitement, the build-up that is coming as she removes her mouth from my dick, and climbs onto the bed, straddling over me, her legs one to each side as she reaches below her, holding to my dick in her fingers, moving it back and forth against her clit, exciting herself, as well me, then placing the head of my dick into her vagina and slides down onto it, my dick going fully into her.

She rides me like a pony. Thrusting her hips forward and back, and alternating with pushing herself up and down on my dick. It is so hard inside of her, and pressure builds as with each motion, each thrust she makes, every moment it slides in and out of her, a feeling of a rush coming on, trying to push its way out of my dick, pushing its way to the tip, as I strain to hold it in against the the ever increasing pace of her thrusting back and forth on my dick like she is riding a horse.

Her movements intensify as it feels like the head of my dick is so swollen, so wanting to explode, an intense build-up all the way through as I feel it through the straining, and I can’t hold it back any more as it is too much. My dick just goes off as I feel such a release of cum going up into her, as does she, as she gets in a last few thrusts, each time releasing more into her until the source is empty.

She has worn herself out as she lifts herself off of my dick and them collapses into me. She is so tired, that she lies on top of me. I roll her to the side, letting her just lie there as I fondle and suck on her tits as she fades off into sleep.

It’s okay for her to sleep; it’s going take all night to get these tits out of my system.

The End

© 2011 by Dos Cleve