You Put That Whipped Cream Where?!
Hi everyone. I’m Tara Lain and I’m delighted to be a return visitor to CoP! I’m celebrating the release of my new novel, Genetic Celebrity which released TODAY from Loose Id. This book is a part of the Loose Id “Pick Your Pleasure” Collection and my pleasure is –FOOD! While I’m not actually much of a foodie, I do find certain tastes and food combinations to be particularly erotic. Or maybe I just find enjoyment erotic. We all know that taking a delicious mouthful of food can be nearly orgasmic. Crème Brulee. Oh my. That’s the fun experience I’ve tried to bring to Genetic Celebrity.
Genetic Celebrity is a ménage about amateur chef, Tommy Riley, who loves living his behind-the-scenes life as business manager to supermodel, Roan Black, except he has this passion for Roan’s hard-driving agent, Angie “Booky” Edelson, who is 10 years older than Tommy and only seems to love him for his food. Then Roan brings home a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a supermodel and Tommy is attracted to the guy as well. I figured an impossible combination like these three could only be solved by whipped cream.
Food fun can take all sorts of forms. We all know that chocolate is an aphrodisiac. I think the orgasmic quality of chocolate was brilliantly represented in the film Chocolat. Watching them stir up that confection, you could practically taste it. To some people, pouring chocolate all over their bodies would be a sexual experience. To me it would just be sticky! LOL But some chocolate on a body part for me to lick off? Yes, right up my alley.
In Genetic Celebrity, my characters get sexy with champagne, strawberries, whipped cream, and there’s a very fun scene with some coconut ice cream. I got to indulge in all my favorite foods. What are yours? What food do you consider sexy?
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Tommy Riley loves cooking and the simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple. Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with these genetic celebrities?
What an embarrassing few hours. All the kid had to do was raise an eyebrow, and Tommy’s cock stood up and said howdy. He’d spent three hours with Booky and two hours with Shay, and he felt like his damned penis had been doing jumping jacks, warming up, but it never got to play in the big game. It was bouncing around, yelling, “Put me in, coach.” He chuckled. Maybe the problem was his biggest athletic achievement had been in chess. And right now he needed an attack on his queen. He rolled over to the nightstand and pulled out his lube.
A quick squirt. He reached down and pulled the pajama bottoms below his half-hard cock. Just thinking about that guy lying across the hall in the guest bed was turning him on. He sighed, rubbed the lube on his hands, then stopped. What did this all mean? As a young kid he’d shown all the usual interest in little girls, talking them into pulling down their panties and all that. Then in high school he’d discovered guys, but the girl thing never really went away. Which had been good because he could date girls and have sex even while he was lusting after the only guy in the tournament who could beat him in chess.
He’d had the biggest hard-on for Damien. Then on the day that Tommy had finally beaten him with a kingside strategy, Damien had pulled him into a stall in the men’s room and kissed him. Je-sus. Tommy ripped the guy’s pants off and had his big cock in Damien’s ass before he could cry surrender. They’d fucked desperately for fear somebody was going to come into the bathroom. At one point someone had come through the door, and Damien had jumped up on the toilet so no one could see his feet. Tommy stood there sucking Damien’s cock quietly while the visitor peed outside in the urinal. Jeez, that had been fun. Of course, later they’d been discovered by his father while making out in Tommy’s bedroom. Talk about shit hitting fans.
This was the wrong time to think about that. He reached for his cock and paused. Damn, he should call Booky before it got any later and get her over here tomorrow. He looked at his lube-covered hand, then reached for the phone with his dry one. No reason to waste time or lube. He hit the speed dial with his thumb.
He heard the ringing. “Hey, Tommy. What’s up, baby?”
That husky voice vibrated through his ear and dived straight to his cock. He grabbed the dick as it stretched. “Hi, Book. Uh, can you come over tomorrow?” Oh yes, just one little squeeze.
“Sure, what’s going on?”
“Ummm, Roan has a special project for you.” He clicked on to speaker so he could use both hands.
One hand after the other with a twist at the top the way he liked.
“Oh, that’s great.” She sounded happy. His balls liked that. “What’s the project?”
“It’s, uh, uh, kind of a surprise.” Stroke, stroke.
“I love surprises.” He’d like to surprise her. “But come on, bubala, give me a hint.”
“No hints.” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
“Tommy Riley, don’t be mean. Tell me.” Oh God, that voice. He pictured the lips the voice was coming from. Had to control his panting.
“No, no, can’t tell. Sorry, Book, have to go. I…uh, have something in the oven.”
“At this hour?”
“Yeah, and it’s getting too hot.”
“Okay, what time shall I come?”
“Come? Oh yes, come. Come at nine thirty for breakfast. Come. Okay?”
“Okay.” She sounded suspicious.
“See you tomorrow.” Stroke, stroke. He clicked off, threw the phone on the bed, rose up on his knees, and got serious. While he was at it, he might as well get off on some more fantasies.
Imagine fucking Shay Shaleen. Those long legs stretched over his pretty head, Tommy hammering his ass. Yesss. And shoving his big, thick dick into Booky. Making her scream his name over and over. Oh, that was so good. Into Shay. Into Booky. Shay. Booky. Fucking them both. Wow. Stroke, stroke, stroke. She-it! Spunk shot out of his dick and landed on the top of the sheets while flashes of heat seared through his balls and into his head.
“Jeez. Yes!” He gasped and took deep breaths. His muscles relaxed. He’d clean the sheets tomorrow. Sleep now. Shay and Booky. I wish.
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Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love – at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly ménage and male/male, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes. A lifelong writer of serious non-fiction, Tara only fell in love with EROM in 2009 and, through perseverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote published in January of 2011. Then she capped off the year by being voted Best Author of 2011 in the LRC Awards and had her Genetic Attraction Series named runner-up for Best Series of 2011! A very good year. After an exotic life of travel all over the world and work in television, education and advertising, Tara settled in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and opened her own small marketing business. She paints, collages, and started practicing yoga “way before it was fashionable”. Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion and new ideas, she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes”.