Charlotte Stein’s Bonkers Blog Tour
Today is the release date for Tigerlily, Charlotte Stein’s erotic short story for Total-E-Bound. Therefore, she has embarked on a blog tour to do some promo type stuff. And be bonkers, of course. So… without further ado…
So this time I’m at Lucy Felthouse’s blog, doing mah promo thing. But I’m also apparently doing a poetry thing, in honour of all the people who were kind enough to let me wriggle all over their blogs to promote Tigerlily, which is out July 19th from Total-E-Bound.
But enough about that. On to the poem in honour of the lovely Lucy!
Oh Lucy Felthouse
I love how your name is kind of dirty
After all, you can’t really
Feel a house.
But I sure would try,
You have always been
A great reviewer,
And I love you always for
Supporting Black Lace,
But most of all I love you for
Putting all the work you do
Into the erotica community in general.
With your stories,
You are the best.
Even when you’re busy,
And now onto the promo bit of things!
Oh what’s a girl to do, when she finds a sexy, naked man in her back garden?
When a naked guy turns up in Mae’s back garden, she can’t decide if he’s crazy or sent from heaven. He can’t remember his name, or where he’s from, but he seems to know one thing for certain- Mae is in need of some hot loving, and fast.
However, the more he persuades her to let go and give in, the more she finds herself believing that she’s met him before. But childhood games with a boy who she’s sure had wings on his back are giving way to her deepest sexual fantasies, and dreams of another world entirely are not far behind…
“There was a guy, running a blue streak through the trees. Mae Connelly could see him, even amidst the febrile greenery and the lowering light, arms pumping. Legs pumping. Cock swinging in the breeze.
Which was when she decided to stand up, and get a better look.
Purely out of simple curiosity, of course. Nothing unseemly about stepping off your porch to gawk at a man who appeared to be running through the field behind your house, buck ass nekkid.
And it didn’t sadden her—not even a little—when he ploughed into the long grass and everything below the waist got cut off. No—not even a little bit, uh-uh. After all, she was just a concerned citizen.
Concerned about someone who sure looked terrified. He looked more than terrified—she could see him, turning his head every five seconds as though expecting to see hellhounds behind him, chomping at his heels. He kept almost stumbling, like fear wouldn’t let him keep his footing.
And as he veered closer to her house, she could definitely make out red, striping his upper arms. The fact that said upper arms were sinewy with muscle and very nice indeed took a shameful backseat.
She shouted before her brain confirmed that doing so was a good idea.
It was definitely not a good idea. He fell almost immediately, at the sound of her voice. She saw him turn, and then it was all just tits over ass and nothing but the long grass, stirring, to suggest that he had ever been there.
All the possible reasons that someone could be running, naked and terrified, went through her head: escape from a forced nudist colony. Being hunted by a Terminator from the future. Sex game that went horribly, horribly wrong. Or right, depending on your kink.
But none of them seemed either a) plausible or b) sane. As far as she knew, forced nudist colonies didn’t even exist. And likely Terminators and time travel machines didn’t, either. Especially not ones that sent you through time with your ass hanging out.”
So, guys and gals, if you’re now desperately wanting to get your hands on Ms. Stein’s smut (and I don’t blame you if you are), then you need to go here, immediately: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=845