They were bound in an ever-tightening net of desire; she watching him, he watching her, each performing for the other. Each the sculptor, each the stone.
Leviathan: Serious Moonight 5
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They tossed flame-thrower glances at each other all through dinner, and began fucking as soon as they got back to the room, from the floor to the couch to the bed, through the evening into late night, then early morning.
He lay on the bed, utterly spent, remote on his chest, watching Seinfeld. She was on her side, head propped on her hand, watching him. She had plans of her own that did not involve television.
She leaned into his ear. She whispered in a voice he had never heard before.
from Leviathan
An excerpt from Serious Moonlight’s Friday release.
They tossed flame-thrower glances at each other all through dinner, and began fucking as soon as they got back to the room. They fucked their way from the floor to the couch to the bed, through the evening into late night, then early morning.
He was now lying on the bed, utterly spent, remote on his chest, watching an ancient rerun of Seinfeld. It was a show they both knew by heart. Every line, every episode.
She was on her side, head propped on her hand, watching him.
“You’ve made me a slut, you know.”
He turned to her, smiling lazily. “Yes.”
“Your slut. Your filthy, wanton slut”
He smiled inwardly at her use of the word “wanton.” Such a delightful word, and one only she would use. He loved listening to her talk. The words she chose.
“I’m so needy, baby,” she said. “I’m such a needy little slut now. It’s all your fault. You’ve turned me. I’m so wet. Such a wet, needy slut.”
He turned from the television, reached out to her, caressed her cheek with his thumb. “And such a pretty one too. You are so pretty. My pretty slut.”
“I need more, baby.”
He laughed. “You can try.” He looked down the bed to his fully flaccid cock. “I’m all fucked out, my love. I’m not twenty anymore. I don’t have that much in me.”
“Really?” She said this in a tone so unexpectedly seductive something within him stirred. He sensed his desire as a dark shape, lying dormant on the sea floor of his consciousness, buried beneath heavy miles of water, too distant to be coaxed into the open.
– from Leviathan, by J G Cain
from Serious Moonlight
This Friday’s release is the short story, Serious Moonlight, the tale that started the series. Think of it as the origin myth of the relationship. All relationships have origin myths, this is theirs.
An excerpt:
He lowered the loop of leather around her neck. He did not pull on the belt but left the loop loose as he walked around to stand in front of her again. He felt on the verge of some new world.
She raised her head to look up at him. Her face was aglow, as if lit from within. Her mouth was slightly agape, her eyes round with wonder.
When he remembered the moment years later, and he would, he would recall her expression as not even specifically sexual. He would remember the openness of her gaze, the complete lack of boundaries, the trust in knowing anything might happen next. It was the awestruck look of a child; it was the worshipful look of a parishioner deep in prayer. The look of an athlete milliseconds before the firing of the starting gun. The look of a girl about to receive her first kiss.
Their eyes locked. The air shimmered. The space around their bodies grew electric. The moon broke out into clear sky, and moonlight spilled through the window, baptizing them.
Silence.
And then he sneered and pulled the belt tight and the air went red and everything seemed to happen at once. He lifted her off the ground with the belt, kissing her roughly as she gasped and choked and moaned, biting at her lips and tongue. He lowered her back to the ground. His cock was inches from her face.
– from J G Cain’s Serious Moonlight
Fire and Ice
Serious Moonlight 3: Fire and Ice is live!
Bourbon and ice, an anonymous hotel room, ancient childhood jokes, pirate impressions, and seriously sexy playtime between two committed lovers.
from Fire and Ice
A excerpt from this Friday’s release, Fire and Ice.
“He made his way down her body with hot glacial languor, biting her so that she could feel the sharp burn of the liquor where teeth met skin. The elegant white curve of her neck, then down to the meat of her tits. He lingered on each nipple, biting and pulling, letting the fire of the alcohol inflame her thickening flesh. He moved lower, trailing bourbon, letting a small pool form in her belly button before lapping it back up.
By the time he got to her pussy, his mouth was emptied. He raised himself onto his knees.
“I am on fire,” he told her.
“Don’t make a fuel of yourself,” she replied, and they both began laughing, pleased this ancient childhood joke still held its power. It did not break the mood, but enhanced it, all aspects part of a larger whole: sex, humor, intellect, emotion. It was one thing. It was all things.
Their laughter calmed. Their smiles did not leave their faces.”
– from J G Cain’s Fire and Ice
The Razor Thin Edge
Serious Moonlight #2 drops on Friday. The Razor Thin Edge. A little domination, a little submission, a little meditation on choice, time, free will and the multiverse.
This is my favorite of the bunch. If you only read one, read this one.
Serious Moonlight shines today!
The first book of the Serious Moonlight series, Business Casual, drops today for 99 cents. Go buy your copy today!
Serious Moonlight #1: Business Casual on Amazon
Serious Moonlight is J G Cain’s smart and sexy flash erotica series. Expect a new story every Friday for the next year. Hot, playful, subversive, humorous, kinky, sex-positive and literate: it’s all in the mix.
Business Casual finds our couple in a hotel room during a business conference. Suggested dress is “business casual,” but after hours they make their own choices of attire.
from Business Casual
Another excerpt from Busines Casual, out this Friday as the first story in Serious Moonlight:
“He threw her down on the bed, ripped off her bra, fell between her legs and began to finger her, tearing at her legs as he did so, pulling the fishnet off by the fistful. It drove him into a fury, how the material stretched, refusing to rip, and then suddenly the weave would reach its limit. The pulling stopped, the tearing commenced, and the ripping sound hit his ears. It was like a hit from a pipe, a slug from a bottle.”
– from Business Casual, by J G Cain
Serious Moonlight Shines This Week!
Serious Moonlight #1: Business Casual drops this week on Friday, the day after Valentine’s Day. After that, a new erotic flash once a week!
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