Join Lena Matthews, Maggie Casper and I for a Thanksgiving Scavenger hunt.

All you have to do is round up our 10 lost turkeys. Lena, Liz and Maggie each have 3 turkeys somewhere on their sites as well as the one stray hiding in the forum links. List all 10 turkeys and the pages they were found on to have your name added to a raffle.

Hunting Grounds:

www.lenamatthews.com

www.lizandrews.net

www.maggiecasper.com

http://pub9.bravenet.com/forum/737743257

When you’ve found all 10 turkeys send an e-mail to maggiesandlenasforum@yahoo.com with your list. Those with correct entries will be included in the raffle for three gift baskets, one from each author.

Contest starts November 1, 2005 and ends November 22, 2005

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The forest seemed serene and although it was still night she felt warmed as if by the sun. Kimberly looked around as she stepped into the grassy clearing, it was lush and full, almost tropical. It made her want to lie down and roll in the grass, letting the sharp cool blades of grass comfort her like a downy quilt.

Looking down at herself Kimberly saw that she was wearing a sheer gown, something she would never wear in real life. Kimberly ran her hands down her body, enjoying the feel of the silk against her skin. This wasn’t how the other dreams had started. In fact, Kimberly couldn’t remember ever feeling this calm in her dreams before. Instead of panicking and running away, Kimberly decided to sit down next to a trickling brook that ran through the clearing. It was as beautiful as it was peaceful, another oddity for her nightmare.

All of a sudden a brisk wind picked up, rippling the water with its presences. And just as quickly as it had come, it disappeared, and the earlier restlessness was back, bringing with it the sense of the unknown, that Kimberly had come to associate with the nighttime terrors. But still she wasn’t scared, just anxious.

Suddenly she caught that familiar aroma and glanced around. A large gray wolf strode toward her on padded paws. It walked with a steady stride that reminded her of someone. And as it drew closer, the wolf gradually transformed, smoother than Kimberly had ever seen a wolf do in real life. There were no messy fluids or bones popping, it almost seemed theatrical. With every step, segments of the beast disappeared and her wolf took form in the shape of Nico.

Jumping up quickly, her eyes widened as she realized that the same tawny eyes of the wolf were still possessed by the half dressed man in front of her. His muscular chest was firm and smooth, a complete contrast of the animal he just was. Kimberly was having a hard time tearing her eyes away from the site of Nico topless before her, but he seemed to have no such qualms.

And, in honor of our upcoming release, you get two excerpts this month:

Lily’s Surrender
Available at www.Loose-id.com
© Liz Andrews and Lena Matthews

Marc stood up, and moved away from the bed. “Lily I’m going to ask you a series of questions and I want you to be honest with me, Marc Says.”
“Okay.”
“Besides scared, how are you feeling?”
“Nervous, excited … aroused.”
God he hoped so, because he sure was. Marc began to undress as he pressed on. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
Lily’s expression, blindfolded and all, was amusing. Frowning, she acted as if he’d asked her if she’d ever intentionally run over a dog. “No.”
“Not exactly on your list of things to do, huh?” he asked with a grin.
“I’m not opposed to it, but I’ve never given it much thought.”
“Why?” Wearing only his boxers, Marc walked back to the bed. “Is it a thing good girls don’t do?”
“As opposed to allowing their pseudo boyfriend to tie them up in his office and have his wicked way with them?” she chided, with a smile of her own.
“That almost sounds like a smart ass remark. You wouldn’t be trying to get a punishment from me now would you?”
Lily smiled before answering. “Not deliberately.”
“I’ll take that under consideration. Next question, have you ever masturbated in front of someone before?”
“Ah, no.” Although Lily had been gamely kneeling the entire time Marc was talking her body slowly seemed to begin to wilt. He decided to give her a break.
“Marc Says: to lie down on the bed, face up.” Lily sighed with relief as she sank into the softness of the bedding before rolling over as he had instructed.
“I want your fingertips touching the wall at all times. All times, Lily. Marc Says.” Watching her comply, Marc felt his organ begin to swell beneath his boxers. Lily was sexy and sweet, and she took orders like a soldier. “If you move your hands even for a second, I will take that to mean you don’t want to play anymore. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her words were a mere whisper in the quiet room, but they came out clear as a bell.
“Pull you legs up until your feet are flat on the bed and your legs are spread.” Lily hesitated for a moment before obeying, offering herself for his viewing pleasure.
“How do you feel now?” Marc asked, opening the bag and pulling out the single white feather.
“Exposed.”
“Do you feel any less aroused?”
“No.”
“Excellent.” Lily jerked as Marc trailed the white feather along one foot, dipping into her instep before stroking around her ankle and up her leg. Snaking the feather over her knee Marc drew intricate designs along her thigh, moving ever closer to the junction between her legs before skipping across and painting her other thigh with the feather tip.
“That tickles.”
“Take it,” he ordered, continuing with his exploration of her body. Trailing the feather over the curve of her belly he dipped the tip in her navel before sweeping it up to her chest. Whirling it over each breast, Marc studiously avoided her berry red nipples.
“What are you feeling?”
“Frustrated,” she grumbled as she pushed her body into the bed, as if trying to escape his teasing torture.
“Ah, poor baby.” Marc slipped the feather down to her mound, lightly brushing back and forth, teasing her clit with every stroke.
“Marc …”
“Yes Goldie?”
“Please …”
“Yes you do. You please me very much.” Running the feather down to her slick opening, Marc brought the now damp feather back to her clit. “See how much I please you as well?”
“You’re killing me!”
“What, is it too soft?”
“Yes.”
“Alright then,” he tossed the feather down on to the bed. “Let’s try something a bit rougher.”

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