Saturday, June 18, 2011

Indigo Skye Joins Us Today... Giveaway...Outdoor Sex...

I'm excited to welcome author Indigo Skye to the fold today!  I'm honored she wanted to stop by my little blog and share some very important tips with you all!  I know I'll be heeding her advice. Don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of her book, "Her Captive Muse." There's also a steamy excerpt in this post.

Indigo Skye
Copyright © 2011
Word Count: 420
Outward Bound:
Getting Frisky in the Great Outdoors

Summer is here, and the best season for outdoor sex has officially begun. I love to get nasty in unexpected places. Camping sex, trail-slut sex, even canoe sex- I’ve had my share of adventures. Sex in the wild can be hot, sweet, and unpredictable. It can also be messy, sticky, and downright dangerous! Want to get freaky in the woods? Here are a few tips to help you have the best experience possible.
DO use protection. Years of outdoor adventures have taught me one simple lesson: condoms, bug spray and sunscreen are your friends.
DON’T try to have sex in a canoe, kayak, or any small, easily capsized boat. You’ll get wet- and not in a good way. Sex on the water can be incredibly romantic, hot and nasty, but doing it in a boat smaller than a yacht is NOT recommended.
DO bring a blanket. Pine cones, grass, and sand don’t belong anywhere near your private parts. A protective barrier like a blanket, towel, or even a jacket makes all the difference.
DON’T tempt fate- outdoor sex during bear season is a no-no. Bears are most dangerous when they wake in the spring, and in the fall when preparing for hibernation, and they can get very grumpy about uninvited guests.
DO get creative. Hiking? Take a “wrong turn” and step off the trail for a little quick oral action. Rainstorm got you trapped in the tent? Start by offering your partner a sensual massage, and go from there.
DO be aware of your surroundings. Wildlife, insects, park rangers, and easily frightened hikers should all be avoided. Take the action off the trail, if you can do so without losing your bearings. Learn to identify poison oak and poison ivy, and avoid them like the plague. Don’t ever get down and dirty in a hazardous area, like a flood or avalanche zone- make sure you’re safe before you get sexy, and you’ll live to fuck another day.
Got a sexy story to share about your adventures in the Great Outdoors? Enter “Heat Wave,” my summer short story contest, and you could win some fabulous prizes. Here’s the link:
Want to share a sexy outdoor experience with our readers here? Got a tip for optimizing sex in the great outdoors? Comment below for a chance to win a copy of my book, “Her Captive Muse.” I’ll announce the winners here on Saturday!

Chapter Five


"I've wanted to fuck you since we first met," Morgan said. "That's one of the main reasons I hired you." She stripped off her silky gown.

"Why didn't you mention that in the interview?" He tweaked one nipple. "I would have jumped you then and there."

"Oh?" She raised a brow and gave him a skeptical look, as though she suspected he was just being kind.

"In a heartbeat." Brendan grinned and kissed her again. "But you were such a bitch! I thought you hated me or something."

"I can be a bitch. Especially when I get nervous. That's when the claws come out." She raked her nails down his chest, and he shivered. "My shrink says it's a defense mechanism."

"I make you nervous?"

"That's one way to put it."

"Do I?" He nibbled at her throat, sampling the delicate flesh there. She tasted of jasmine and smoke.


"Good." Brendan smiled and gave her a lingering kiss. "You make me nervous, too."

"In a good way?" She wrapped one of his curls around her finger and gave it a little tug.
"In the best way." God, she made him horny.

"You should be nervous. You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"I can't wait to find out." Brendan tried to keep his words light, but a tremor of uneasiness broke through. He'd been around the block a few times, but he sure as hell wasn't Dong Juan. He had a few moves—strictly amateur—a little experience, and a whole lot of enthusiasm. But Morgan was older—more sophisticated than the girls he'd
been with in the past. Plus, she had tons of money, was famous, and wicked kinky. The Jim Morrison of the art world.

He knew her dark desires before they ever met—you could tell just by looking at her paintings. He'd studied them in Modern Art 101. Her typical subjects were fragile young men chained to beds or bound on their hands and knees. He remembered their bodies—thin and bruised and beautiful anyway—as if they'd been beaten with whips and chains. Beautiful . . . in spite of the pain or because of it. She took their scars and made them sing—made them shine. It was her gift.
She eats guys like me for breakfast. Morgan reminded him of the praying mantises he'd seen on the nature channel. What if she broke out the whips and chains and hot candle wax and shit? Could he ever hope to please a woman like that? He didn't know, but he was determined to try.

"Tell me something." She broke away from his embrace in the middle of a very hot kiss.

"What? Ask me anything." He was rock-hard and more than a little distracted.
"Have you ever done this before?"

Fuck. Busted. "What, kissing?" he asked. He laughed, tried to sound casual. "Sure."

"No—have you ever had sex?"

"Yeah." He worked to keep a defensive tone from creeping into his voice. When she stayed silent, he pressed her. "Why? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No. Just—you seem shy. Nervous. I don't know." She shrugged.

"I'm just trying to take it slow." Brendan stroked the curve of her hip. "I don't want to scare you." He bent to kiss her breasts again.

She laughed, hard and loud. "You're not going to scare me." She shoved him back down on the bed and straddled his hips. "I might scare you, but you couldn't scare me if you tried. Anyway, I don't want you to scare me."

"What do you want?" He bucked his hips beneath her, horny and impatient. "I'm not psychic."

"Just be sweet to me—and fuck me all night long." She ran her long fingers down his chest toward his cock. "Can you?" she asked. "Be sweet?"

"I'll fuck you until you scream. I'll stay in bed with you all weekend—never mind all night. But sweetness?" Now it was his turn to laugh. "I can try. But I gotta warn you, I'm not very good at sweet. If you're after sugar and spice and everything nice, you might have the wrong guy." Brendan smiled and pinched her ass.

"You'll learn," she said. "The willingness to try is everything—in life and in art."

"If you say so." His cock jumped at her feather-light touch.

"I do." She grinned and stroked him harder. With one cool hand, Morgan grasped the base of his shaft. She slipped a condom over the tip and rolled it down the hard curve of his cock. Morgan kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest. She rubbed up against his body and spread her legs wide. Her cunt opened for him like a flower and he eased his cock into her tight little slit.
She took just the tip at first, refusing to lower herself farther onto his aching shaft, the little tease.

"Beg me for it."

"Please. Please fuck me."

In the next breathless moment, she embraced it all. So hot and wet—goddamn! Brendan gasped in pleasure. Morgan's pussy gripped his shaft with surprising strength when he tried to pull out.

"Wait, not yet." Morgan ground her hips against him in a hypnotic figure eight—the symbol of infinity made flesh. Brendan closed his eyes and bit down hard on his bottom lip. He took a deep breath, trying to control his wild urge to flip her over, take control, and fuck her brains out.
In his mind, Brendan went to the beach. Silky white sand sifted beneath his bare feet. The wind blew his hair back from his face—he could almost smell the salty tang of the sea. He sighed. California—always wanted to go there. Maybe someday. He felt the sun beat down on his face. Her pussy was so good—tight and hot—slick with her juices. The slow rhythm of her hips rocked him like gentle waves breaking against the shore.

Morgan closed her eyes and danced to some unknown drummer, increasing her pace until the gentle waves built into a tsunami. She rocked her hips back and forth, faster and faster. Brendan gripped her ass and thrust hard inside her cunt. He watched her face as she moaned and arched her back in the ecstatic release of her climax. The sudden, joyful spasm of her pussy muscles around his cock triggered his own orgasm. He emptied his balls—every last drop—and cried out her name.

"Oh, Morgan, oh God, oh God, oh Jesus!"

After, they lay in bed together, sharing a smoke.
"Is it safe to say you had a religious experience?" She teased him about his earlier pleasure-filled shouts.

"Hallelujah. Amen." He smiled and blew a lazy smoke ring. It hung in the air above them, twisted itself into a figure eight as it faded, and then dissipated. "That was fucking amazing."

"That was amazing fucking," she said with a crooked little grin. "Let's go again."


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Thanks, Indigo, for stopping by and enlightening us on the finer arts of outdoor sex! Stop back anytime!


  1. Love the excerpt and would love to get a chance to read more! =)

    best wishes, Linda

  2. Wow, great excerpt!

    My advice is, if you are fooling around in an closed tackle shop. Make sure the top is on the worm bin, because if it accidentally gets knocked over, it can be really gross and a total mood killer.

  3. Thank you, Ella, for a chance to share my work with your readers. I always enjoy meeting new fans. Linda and Tamaria, thank you so much for commenting on my post. You've both won a copy of "Her Captive Muse"- enjoy!

    To claim your prize, please get in touch with me via email at and let me know if you prefer a .pdf or .html file. Tamaria, your tackle shop tip made me laugh- I'll definitely keep that in mind the next time I'm in the market for a new rod...

    Typing with Sticky Fingers,
    Indigo Skye