I don’t find college women very appealing.
Don’t get me wrong. They’re beautiful, sexy and their youthful spirit can revive an old soul such as myself, but there is something undeniably alluring, decadently quenching, and richly satisfying about a well-seasoned woman at her sexual prime.
I don’t like ties.
Any restraint that I impose on a lover is far more exciting if it’s by my own hand. After all, flesh on flesh contact and the refined control for balance between force and care sparks endless arousal.
I don’t expect my women to be submissive to me.
Yes, I like taking control of a woman- spanking her here and there until her ass shines with a slightest hue of pink, slamming her back forcefully against the wall as I take her roughly or even pulling her hair back forcefully as I take her from behind. I’m not into inflicting pain to the point of tears, I don’t get off on being called master (well, maybe sometimes), and I don’t like begging (well, if only in the right context.)
I want my woman to be both the hunter and prey in the bedroom. As much as I want to be the aggressor, I like the roles to be reversed and watch my woman take control of me. Confidence in a woman is electrifying and mesmerizing.
I don’t expect a lover to sign a contract.
Let’s not even go there. Legal bullshit is hard to understand in the first place. Why confuse the joy of sex as well?
What is all of this you ask?
I was asked to read a very popular book and weigh in, as a vampire, what I thought of it.
First of all, sexuality is very individualistic. What creams your Twinkie, floats your boat, or sates your fang is very different from the next person’s idea of satisfaction. What I am saying is that while I found the read enjoyable, the sex just wasn’t my thing. In fact, what many reviewers complain about being “vanilla” sex in the book- I enjoyed far more than the intense stuff.
Being Vanilla isn’t so bad.
For me, I want my woman to be treated like a lady. I want her to feel like the heavenly creature she is, something to be cherished and loved. And when she wants to be treated like an object of desire, I want her pleasured the way she want to be pleasured. I want her delight to transcend beyond comprehension, well before any one of my needs is serviced. I want her literally shaking in ecstasy, unable to form a coherent thought or simple word. I want her so rapt in satisfaction that every muscle in her body feels like its working independently of her body and mind. I want an “O” face on a woman that really doesn’t suit her, but is the best look she’ll ever give you.
Get it?
If you are like-minded in my view, might I tempt you out of the grey and into the shade of red? Blood red, that is.
My creator, Maya DeLeina, pens erotic vampire stories filled with decadence from light bondage, orgies, sexual toys, ménage scenes to inventive sexual apparatuses and scrumptious pairing of food and sex.
Oh, and the twisted vampire scenes can scare the bejesus out of you!
I am Trevor Gary, of Maya’s newest release, Blood of Luna.
You do not get to see my picture, you do not get to see me in the trailer. What you get are pages of my mind that is far more telling than anything visual can tell you about me.
And speaking of visual, I just saw Author Tammy Smith walk on by. I think I’ll let my article end where it is and go catch up to this heavenly creature.
After all, she’s my kind of woman.
Oh shit! Liam’s right by her side.
Lucky bastard!
Don't worry folks. Trevor and Liam get along just fine as long as the "fangs off" rule is respected when it comes to me. LOL! My Liam is a very jealous man. In that we are a perfect match. ;)
You all know my opinion about the Fifty Shades trilogy and I'm happy to learn Trevor and just about all of the vampire community feels the same. So how about it? Are you willing to come over out of The Grey and into The Red? Still not convinced? Well, take a look at the blurb and the excerpt Trevor brought with him today to share with you...just in case you needed a little more convincing.
Blurb
When is it real? When is it fantasy?
For Luna Kalen, the line between reality and a dream is hard to recognize.
Recovering from a car accident, the solitude at the coast is meant to be therapeutic. But Luna soon finds it more than her idle mind can handle.
After exploring a dangerous stretch of shoreline, Luna returns home with a mysterious man she discovers in a cave. Little does Luna know that this man is about to fill her world with sinful pleasures…and blood-thirsty vampires.
When reality and fantasy collide, unimaginable dangers lurk, revelations are revealed, and darkest desires are fulfilled. But if you think the happily ever after is the sign of the ending, it’s really only the beginning.
Should Luna have listened to the warning?
Do not go into the cave.
Excerpt
Flashes of unspeakable pleasure travelled like lightning throughout my body, teasing and torturing me all at the same time. I moaned roughly and screamed in a piercing tone that echoed all along the cave walls. Mindless vulgarity escaped from my lips. My foul-mouthed voice sounded unfamiliar, raw and naughty.
His cock plunged into me slowly, but unrelenting. In and out, bit by bit, he devoured my body.
He was a man with an insatiable need and I was the woman who held the key to his release.
“You have a nasty mouth on you,” he whispered in a coarse, breathless voice.
“You do that to me. Make me scream. Take me hard. Take me fast. Take me rough.”
“Shh, savor, Luna. Savor this right now. This is the last time you’ll ever know the sensations of a cock plunging into your half human, half vampire body. Feel each part of you that I touch.”
He bent his knees to drive up into me in a slow rhythm. Unhurried and crafty, his body moved like a dancer, full of untapped sensuality.
Away from the carnage and destruction, we were deep in a dark cavern of what seemed like an endless cave system. Wrapped in a world of complete ecstasy, we stood under a sliver of light that pierced through a fissure in the cave. Our bodies sparkled in the silvery glow.
Trevor stood with both feet planted firmly on the ground. I balanced on one leg while the other draped over his forearm. Under my bent knee, he secured my position as his hand grasped my thigh. His other hand cradled the rise in my ass, squeezing, rubbing and exploring freely. If it wasn’t for the gentle grade in the cave floor that I stood on, our height difference would never allow for such a sexual position.
With his face buried at my neck, his fingers dug deeper into my sweat-soaked flesh. His pace was still unhurried, but his thrusts to bury himself completely within me intensified. It was if he were claiming unchartered lands, saying “mine, mine, mine” with each plunge. His lips grazed my ear delicately, making me tremble in delight.
“Ickey moving around your naked body in this light is the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His deep voice sounded seductive and mesmerizing.
I threw my head back and moaned as my pussy drenched his cock in more and more silky, hot wetness.
I could just imagine what my body looked like. If it was anything like what I was seeing on Trevor, it must’ve been an image straight out of a fantasy.
The beam of light was alive, wrapping around our bodies. The curves that Trevor’s body took reflected the light, acting as a mirror. Glowing and glistening, shards of luminosity bounced from our bodies into the darkness with every movement. The play on shadow and light deliciously highlighted dips and ridges in his chest, abs, and arms while portions of his facial features were blanketed in a mysterious cloak.
All the while, Ickey moved along my body without a care. Smooth and dry, she gently swept across my clavicle, up over my shoulder, slithering her way down my back, and circling around my waist. Thousands of tiny scales moved in synchronization. Rolling, surging, swelling, the piercing light glistened along the surface of her movements like the tides in an ocean.
The moment was profoundly passionate and powerful.
Suddenly, his exacting motion grew fierce and demanding. Like a wild animal released from his chains, Trevor grunted and moaned wildly and operated in nothing but a single-minded intensity. He slammed his cock into me, driving himself deep with force and purpose. Over and over, he took me, and my body withstood his demands in sheer delight. With one sure thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and held his position.
“Am I a lover who can make you scream?”
“You make me do more than scream. You make me lose my mind,” I said gasping for breath.
He slowly eased his cock from my body, letting his tip linger at the entrance of my slick pussy. “Do I now?” he said as he slammed his way into me once again.
“Yeah! Fuck me hard!”
“Hard?” he asked as he continued his slow retractions and driving force.
“Yes!” I screamed, “Give it to me. Hard!”
“My darling, as you wish.”
Where to find Trevor in The Blood of Luna
About the Author
Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya’s crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.
Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town’s history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya’s love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires.
One bite and she was hooked.
With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town.
One read and you’ll be hooked!
Where to find Maya
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