Melting by LA Day

Below is a sweet treat quickie I had to write for the LRW Christmas party. The rope chafed Maria’s skin as she twisted to see him. “What are you doing?” Jason lifted a pan from the wood burning stove. Chocolate-coated fingers lifted to his lips and he licked the sweetened digits. “I’m melting a treat.” “What are you going to do with that?” Stretched naked and spread-eagle across the bed, she was vulnerable to Jason’s every whim. A wicked smile curved the corner of his lips as he approached her. “You agreed to play by my rules.” “Yes.” She nodded. “But…is it hot?” He swirled his fingers before lifting them from the pan to drizzle on her chilled, erect nipple. “Geez.” Maria gasped. He trailed the sweet confection down her body allowing the treat to pool between her legs. The chocolate was not the only thing melting.

Blurb of Greek Temptation

Greek Temptation By L.A. Day Haunted by dreams, Samantha Bastille paints a castle ruins only to discover the ruins exist. In Greece, she finds more than the ruins. Lykaios Diotrephes owns the ruins and invites her to stay at his villa. He’s tall, dark and gorgeous and just a glance sends shivers down her spine. Mate with me or die, is the most romantic line. Lykaios is alpha and with one day until the Herangetta, mating ritual, he must convince Samantha to mate with him. He knows that if she doesn’t she’ll die. How do you convince someone of lycan customs if they don’t believe in lycans? Lykaios and Arcas, his second, seduce Samantha but will she accept them both, for life? This contains m/m/f & m/m erotic scenes.

The Unwrapped Gift

The Unwrapped Gift by L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Janna threw up her hand as bright light blinded her. Squinting she glanced away for a second. From the corner of her eye, she saw the silhouette and swerved toward the ditch. Slamming on her brakes, she skidded as she craned her neck looking for the naked man that had appeared out of nowhere. Throwing open her car door, she hopped out. Gravel crunched beneath her feet as she ran to the other side of her car. Her gaze scoured the road, ditch and underside of her car. “Damn. I really must need a good fuck if I’m picturing naked men in the middle of nowhere.” She chuckled as she shook her head. “And now I’m talking to myself.” She slid behind the wheel and threw the car in gear. On this deserted stretch of road, there wasn’t any reason to look before she pulled out unless she thought another stud was about to appear. Turning up the radio, she began to whistle. Movement in the rearview mirror caught her eye and her whistle turned to a gasp. Her foot eased off the gas as she stared in disbelief. “How the hell did you—” Looking over her shoulder, her gaze devoured the naked man and the car swerved toward the ditch again. Moving faster than she thought possible, he lunged over the seat righting the car. His bare chest leaned over her shoulder. His arms engulfed her and the tantalizing scent of warm male teased her senses. Up close, his skin was golden, unblemished perfection. She licked her lips. “You may wish to apply the brake.” “Hmm.” She met his azure gaze. “The brake?” She raised a brow. “Oh.” She hit the pedal hard. An unintelligible sound slipped from between his lips as he slid forward. “Oops.” For a large man, he maneuvered with ease as he hopped over the passenger seat. She blinked and tried not to stare at the hugely impressive cock that rose from between his muscled thighs. “Do you wish for me to drive or are you capable of handling this vehicle?” She furrowed her brow. “Who are you? How did you get in my car and where are your clothes?” “I am Tesar. I was sent to you and I do not have Earthling clothing.” Oh great! A fucking lunatic. Her gaze lowered and she wondered if it would be wrong to fuck his brains out before she called the police. A smug grin curled the corner of his lips. “We may fuck now but why do you wish to call the police?” “What did you say?” “You wish to fuck me then call police.” “How—” Her eyes narrowed on him. Could he read her mind? “Yes,” he replied. Wrapping his hand around her arm, he tugged her closer and she didn’t resist. “I know your thoughts, your needs and desires.” “Oh god.” “Not a God, just a servant. I am the pleasure master.” “Fuck.” His eyes glittered as he lowered his head. “That is the idea.”

Sneak Peek at Cein

Cein By L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Blurb: The past has a way of catching up with you and sometimes you’re glad it does. Freshly divorced, Sara is skipping town and looking for adventure. However, she’s about to discover an erotic adventure with the one man she thought she’d lost forever. Cein Creedon walked away from Sara when she chose another man over him. However, she’s free now and Cein has waited about as long as he can. It’s time he reminds her why he was nicknamed Walking Sin. Excerpt: Blood began to pump rapidly through her veins as she gazed at him. He looked like a man who would know how to please a woman. She looked at his large hands, with long, tapered fingers as he raised his fork to his mouth. His generously full lips parted, and his hand hesitated. She glanced up to meet his gaze across the room. Her breath caught in her throat. He had dark eyes, almost black, and they burned into her flesh. An erotic film rolled through her mind. Stretched out naked on a bed, her body contorted in pleasure as a man feasted between her thighs. Her pussy spasmed in urgent release, and the man’s head rose. Those same black eyes gleamed at her from a face years younger. Sara gasped as her panties dampened with familiar need. It couldn’t be, not after all these years. “Cein Creedon,” she whispered, her lips trembling. Cein, better known as Walking Sin, back in town after all these years. Grabbing her purse, she threw a twenty on the table and ran from the restaurant. Sprinting to her car, she slammed the compact’s door and gunned the engine. She had to get away before she embarrassed herself beyond redemption. Small towns were known for gossip and ever since Mike left, she’d been hiding from the whispers of failure. She could only imagine the reaction if she spread herself on Cein’s table and asked for a repeat performance of the one unfinished night they’d shared. At that thought, her upper thigh muscles tightened, and her pussy gushed. Damn, she needed a man. A mindless fuck with an anonymous stranger ought to ease her lust. An annoying voice in her head doubted a stranger could ease the arousal Cein inspired all too easily. Cein watched Sara run from the diner with an amused smile. She wouldn’t get very far. Standing, he stretched his legs. Sara had forgotten her package, but he wouldn’t mind delivering it. Peeling off a few bills, he dropped them on the table and collected Sara’s gift. He peeked under the glittery paper and raised a dark brow. A chuckle escaped his lips. It would be his pleasure to deliver the item. He knew exactly what he would do with it. Whistling, Cein headed for his bike. It was about time he taught Sara that the only place she could run was into his arms. The last time, he’d followed her wishes and left town. This time, she would bend to his will. He hadn’t been able to help overhearing Sara and her friend’s conversation. If Sara was hungry for sex, he would be the man to feed her. He would teach her exactly what she had been missing all these years. For more info: http://www.la-dayauthor.com

Sneak peek at Greek Temptation

Greek Temptation by L.A. Day Unedited Excerpt: His hungry gaze held her in place and she stood frozen as he approached. “I can smell your heat, your lust. I know you’re ready for mating.” He ran the back of his hand down her arm and his fingertips grazed the side of her breast. Taking a step backward, Samantha collapsed in a winged-back chair. “You’re all crazy.” Covering her face with both hands, Samantha rubbed her forehead. What in the world was going on? Was this some type of hoax? “Let us ease your suffering.” Lyk’s hands settled on her shoulders, massaging her tense muscles, and against her will she felt her tension melt. Crazy he might be, but his hands aroused her the way no other’s ever had. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed, until firm hands slid up her calves to settle on her knees. “What are you doing?” Her eyes flew open to find Arcas knelling in front of her. “I will ease your suffering.” His lyrical voice called to something deep within her and a shudder rocked her as she looked into his dark eyes. The desire in his eyes matched her own and her pulse leapt in reaction. Still, it didn’t seem right. She’d just allowed Lyk to satisfy her and now he stood behind her while Arcas prepared to do the same. A slow grin curled the corner of Arcas’ mouth as his thumbs rubbed the inside of her knees and slowly pressed outward. “Let me taste you, pleasure you.” Wildly, Samantha’s gaze darted about. Gulping as she realized Orrin was nowhere around. “Open your thighs for him,” Lyk commanded. Samantha trembled. Her gaze ran over Arcas’ gorgeous face. Part of her wanted to comply but she held back. Did they think she couldn’t resist their dark, lusty appeal? She wasn’t a whore to be passed around. She opened her mouth to protest but only a whimper escaped when Lyk’s hands slid down to cup her breasts. Kneeling at her side, Lyk spoke, “Let us show you how much you mean to us.” “But I…” She met Lyk’s lust-filled gaze. “You said I was your mate.” If he believed that, surely he wouldn’t allow another man such liberties. She needed Lyk to tell Arcas to stop because she feared she could not. “You are.” His hands tugged the elastic top of her sundress down, revealing her peaked nipples. “You are my woman and Arcas is my second.” Lyk tweaked her already distended nipples.

Leader of the Band

This was my first taste of publishing. In eleventh grade, I wrote this poem and it was published in a book titled, Equinox. It was a book of poems written by middle and high school students in Jefferson County, Kentucky.

Leader of the Band

He runs out on the stage,
everyone checks regardless of age.
The women go wild, he can almost feel their hands,
because he’s the leader of the band.

He wears a white, skin-tight outfit,
and his songs a number one hit.

He shakes his long hair,
as his music fills the air,
because he’s the leader of the band.

Everyone moves to his beat,
he thinks he’ll die just from the heat.

And when it’s all over,
he knows he’d at the top,
because there’s just no way that it’s ever going to stop!

By Laura Day
Grade 11

Hot Rod by LA Day

Hot Rod
By L.A. Day
All rights reserved.


“Night Hon.” Lani kissed Mike, her husband on the check. It wasn’t a passionate kiss just a friendly kiss goodnight. With a toss of her blonde hair and a flip of her hand, she acknowledged the other three men seated at the table.

“Nice ass,” Troy called to her retreating backside. Without turning, she flipped him the bird.

“Don’t make any offers, babe. He’s an ass man.” Ribald laughter joined her husband’s words. Lani clicked the bedroom door behind her.

Poker night. Ugh! A night of beer, cigars, rude noises and smells. It was a night she could cheerfully do without but Mike enjoyed it, so much she humored him. Besides, she didn’t mind a night curled up in bed with a good book. Around page fifty-three, her eyes began to droop.

Lani wasn’t sure what woke her. The house was quiet but Mike wasn’t in bed. He usually slept on the couch on poker night. Being a considerate husband, he didn’t want to wake her crawling into bed at some inhuman hour of the morning. She was usually happy to have the bed to herself but tonight… tonight, she was a little horny.

She’d fallen asleep to an anthology of erotic stories. The last tale of a well-hung hero fucking his boss’s wife in the pool house manifested itself in her dream. Damn, if it hadn’t soaked her panties. Throwing off the covers, she ran her hand down her sheer gown. The mirror reflected back a sleep tossed woman with visibly peaked nipples. She mussed her hair seductively and licked her pouty lips. She wanted to make sure Mike would be interested when she woke him.

The couch was empty and so was the kitchen but a stream of light under the garage door alerted her to his whereabouts. Mike had just bought a new hotrod and he couldn’t resist showing it off. The guys had drooled over it for an hour before the cards came out. Mike probably had to kiss it goodnight!

“Fuck that is so hot,” a male voice groaned. It sounded like Troy. He would delay her plans. She cracked the door open hoping to get Mike’s attention and hurry him along.

“That’s right man, take it all.” Lani forgot she was going to hide behind the door so Troy couldn’t see her. The sight in front of her riveted her gaze. Her naked husband kneeled in front of an equally naked Troy.

Troy’s eyes rose meeting hers, a smug grin curled his lip. His hands laced through Mike’s hair as he fucked his face. “Yeah, use that tongue. Does your wife suck cock this good?”

Lani couldn’t speak. Her tongue felt glued to the roof of her dry mouth. She knew she should leave but her feet wouldn’t budge. This went against everything she believed. Her husband was cheating on her with another man but somehow it was shockingly erotic. Her already aroused pussy flooded with sweet, wet heat.

Troy pulled back on Mike’s head and she heard his cock pop out of Mike's mouth. “Your ass should be ready for me by now.” Troy moved and laid Mike over the hood of the hotrod with his face turned away from her. “Lie there just like that and don’t move.”

Troy angled his body so she could watch him lube his cock. It was massive, bigger than Mike’s and his was over nine inches. She’d measured.

“Hope you’ve been wearing that plug I gave you. Cause I get a little carried away fucking virgin ass.” Lani’s knees weakened and she sank to the floor waiting for Troy to penetrate her husband. Sweat broke out on her brow and she licked her lips. Moving her panties to the side her fingers slid into her wet slit. Her heart pounded furiously and most of her blood pooled in her clit.

“You gonna talk or fuck?” Mike’s voice sounded breathy and nervous, different from the usual gravelly pitch.

Troy spread Mike’s cheeks and she could see the tight little bud open slightly. Troy watched her as he speared one lubed finger into his ass. Mike’s breath hissed out and he started to move. She leaned forward watching as she penetrated her cunt with two fingers.

“Easy. Stay right where I put you. I’m just loosening you up a bit.” Troy rimmed Mike’s hole, working his finger in and out. “You just lie on your hotrod while I put my hot rod up your tight ass.” A strangled sound erupted from Mike but he didn’t speak. Lani remember her first time, the pleasure and the pain.

Troy moved into place behind Mike blocking her view. Then, he turned nodding his head at Lani urging her forward to kneel at his side. She hesitated only a moment. When she reached Troy’s side he pulled at a strap of her gown indicating he wanted it off. The sheer gown fluttered to the floor revealing coral tipped breasts and a softly rounded stomach.

Troy’s cock looked so good she wished it were her ass he was getting ready to split open or that she was the one splitting Mike open. Their eyes locked for a moment. “Soon.” He mouthed the word.

His cock nudged Mike’s ass. The head slipped in and Mike went up on his toes. “Easy,” hissed Troy from between clenched teeth, another inch burrowed in. Mike shifted trying to find a grip on the car.

“Fuck you’re tight.”

Troy’s fingers dug into Mike’s ass hard enough to leave bruises as he moved forward slowly. “Just do it man. Just do it,” Mike pleaded as he thrust his ass backwards. Troy needed little encouragement and with a growl, he thrust forward burying himself balls deep.

Lani cried out at the sight, her own fingers working overtime on her clit. For a second she worried Mike had heard her but she realized that would be impossible over the male grunts and slapping flesh.

A familiar feeling fluttered through her stomach and lower. She lay back spreading her thighs. Troy’s eyes shifted back and forth between her and Mike. Mike taking a cock, her masturbating under watchful eyes seemed surreal but amounted to a thigh quaking orgasm. Biting her lip, she silenced her cries as her body lifted and shuddered in release.

“Oh fuck,” Troy growled pulling back on Mike’s hips reaching around he yanked Mike's cock. Mike groaned his jism quickly creaming the hotrods white-walls. Troy roared his pleasure collapsing on top of Mike still buried up his ass.

“Man that was good. Even better watching your wife masturbate to the whole thing.”

Mike’s head spun around, his startled gaze meeting Lani’s satisfied grin.

“It’s gonna be even better when I fuck her in the ass while you jack off.” Lani gasped at the thought. Mike’s eyes flared with anger but he couldn't complain with his ass still full of cock.