Thursday, July 16, 2015

Private Lessons from Perfect Notes~ Jaye Peaches Guest Post

I have Jaye on my blog today talking about her new romance Perfect Notes!

Hi Casey, thank you for having me on your blog. 
Innuendos are a wonderful way to describe sex without using the really naughty words. So handy when you want to communicate needs and maybe drive the conversation into erotic territory. Here’s an extract from my latest book, Perfect Notes. Conductor and rather alpha type Stefan has been giving clarinetist Callie private lessons, which haven’t necessarily involved that particular instrument. Waking up in the morning with Stefan in her bed, she discovers he has something else on his mind than getting up for work.

A wonderful glow emanated from where he had kissed me, and it spread around my body. I burrowed into his chest. “I wish I didn’t have to work,” I confessed. I’d quite happily stay in bed with him all day.
“You could take the day off,” he suggested, looping an arm around me.
I cursed under my breath. If he carried on like this, I’d not make it, but I had the key to open up and responsibilities.
I shook off his arm. “Sorry. Have to go.” I turned, shuffling my feet to the edge of the bed, ready to stand.
Stefan hooked his arm around me, reached under my flimsy T-shirt, and scooped a breast into his palm. He pinned my back to his chest. “Shame. I think your technique could do with some exercise.”
My throat constricted. “My technique isn’t good enough for you? I seem to recollect you struggled to resist my mediocre technique.” I shoved my bottom backward into his groin. His penis moved. A pleasant sensation.
“You didn’t seem overly confident. We could definitely work on your confidence levels.” He wrapped a leg over mine.
I gyrated my butt, feeling him grow. “I’m not used to performing under such pressure.”
“It’s a matter of practice. The more you do it, the easier it becomes.” He pinched a nipple.
I groaned into my pillow. “Please, Stefan. Not now.”
“How about this weekend?” He squeezed harder.
I relented a little. “I’m not working.”
“That’s a promising start. I actually meant the whole weekend.”
I stopped grinding my bottom into him. “Friday?”
“To Sunday. Two days of intense personal tuition. I’m sure we can work on many skills.”
He moved his hand down my belly, fondling my skin as he journeyed to my loins. Instinctively, I flattened my stomach and held my breath, waiting for him to hit his target area.
I crushed my thighs together. “Like…what?” My voice betrayed me easily as it faltered.
He probed between my legs, driving them apart with his strong fingers. A multitude of goosebumps struck all over my feverish skin. He slid a digit down into my slit and held my sex in his sturdy hand. He pressed the heel of his palm down on my mound. A wave of tingles erupted from my nub, rippling outward.
“Your tonguing could be improved.”
“Tonguing,” I croaked.
“Mmm. So could your breath control. Deep breaths are essential. I’m sure we can come up with exercises to help—other techniques too.”
“Others?” I groaned, writhing under his strokes.
“I wouldn’t want you to gag on your mouthpiece. Very unsightly.”
As if I’d grown talons, I clawed at the pillow and dragged it to my chest. I hugged the pillow into a bundle. “My mouthpiece isn’t that big.”
“Yes, that might be a problem. You need to use something larger.” His erection, hardened and growing still, rocked in the cleft of my buttocks. “Then, there is your finger work. A strong grip, but you need to be nimble too. For example, assembling your instrument. If you twist too hard, you might damage what you’re screwing.”
“I’m used to an unoiled instrument. I could do with extra lubrication.”
“Good idea. Nothing like a smooth organ to play upon.”
His innuendos tipped me over the edge as his hand went from a playful tweaking to a serious rubbing. Then, his fine-tuning hit a pinnacle. He pinched my clit. I came, biting on the pillowcase, and his pinning leg stopped me from kicking him.
“Very good, Mausi. You are a good girl for suggesting so many ways we can improve your technique.”
I should have found his little lecture patronizing, but he’d inflamed with me lust, not irritation. He released my throbbing clit and slipped his leg off, freeing me.
“I like having sex with you. You’re passionate and my pussy has been spoiled rotten.”
He laughed. “I enjoy spoiling your pussy.” The laughter ceased. He cocked his head to one side. “That’s it?”
He’d flummoxed me with his directness. There was more raging in my head. I fought those feelings, and my ill-defined sentiments held me back from speaking. If I started to spout out about romantic stuff, would he back off? Micah had whenever I got pushy about romance, and he, as much as I tried to forget him, had become the yardstick against which I measured Stefan. I might come to regret that approach. I opted to play cautiously.
I looked away, hiding my face from him. “That’s plenty, isn’t it? Sex with you is keeping me quite busy. What am I now, your supertonic? One note up on the pleasure scale?”
I glanced back in his direction. His lips were pursed, shaping into a subtle frown. The moment our eyes locked together, his expression bounced back into a smile. Had I witnessed a glimmer of disappointment?
“Sure, my supertonic.” He gave my bottom a slap. “Up. Haven’t you got work?”
I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and sat up. “What about you?” I stared at his erection.
“I’ll keep it safe for you. The harder I am, the more tuition for you.”

Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.
Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.
As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.
Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?

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  1. This was a great post. As someone who has dabble in romance and erotica writing, I'm going to try and use more innuendos when I pen something. Your examples were very funny and cool to read!