Thursday, November 22, 2012

Giving Thanks

Hello Lovelies!

Well the "holiday" season is finally upon us. I'm quietly typing out this post in my phone while my crowed house slumbers away. I find that each year I wait expectantly for Halloween but grumble about the rest. Too many crowds, I can't do the family shuffle, or let's try something new this year. I'm a terrible Grinch but that holiday ball gets rolling and I find I've got what it takes to get through this extravaganza of eating and people. Not only do I have what it takes to get through it but I'm quite thankful I've got my own unique brand of chaos I can submerge myself in.

So I raise my glass to the time of love, laughter, and (if I must be a bit honest) crazy making tendencies and give thanks I was able to do all again this year.

Janet

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Rainy Day and Lazy Thoughts


Greetings,

It's actually raining here in Southern California, which means I have no desire to do anything but veg on my couch. The knitting has been brought out and I'm just going to k, k, p, p the day away. There is a good possibility that reading will be interwoven in at some point and possibly tasty adult beverages later tonight as well. In a sense this is going to be a good day and as with all good days there should be a little celebration. Therefore, here is a little something to get the festivities started.

Enjoy!

Janet

Unedited and Copyrighted by Janet Eckford

Softly Whispering Words of Wonder

"If you can't be still, I'm going to stop."

His words are a soft whisper against my skin that causes me to gasp with anticipation. I can't help but squirm when he touches me like this, fingers light but purposeful, honing in on all of the parts of my body that have become used to his unique brand of pleasure. I am wanton and needy, aching for the fulfillment I only ever seem to achieve with him. He pauses as I moan with frustration and it is all the warning I need to obey his command.

"Very good," he breathes out against the damp column of my neck.

Very good, indeed, I think as he begins to lift my skirt ever so slightly. I can't believe we're doing this but I couldn't imagine stopping. He traces the edges of my damp panties and I resist the urge to shift my body at just the right angle to have us touching skin to oh so sensitive skin. He must sense my longing and instead of torturing me, drawing out the inevitable, he slips his fingers under the delicate lace and softly strokes me.

"Is this for me?"

His husky whisper is equal parts teasing and wonder. He knows that it is always for him but it is his asking that I find so appealing. He never takes for granted what we create and it feeds my desire each time, like food plucked from the garden of the gods. His other hand grips the back of my neck and tilts my head at just the right angle so I can be kissed properly. The room we have found is too dark for me to see his eyes but I don't need light to see the love that is reflected there. I sob softly as he kisses me firmly and slips two of his fingers inside of me, with his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to my sensitive bud. When he pulled me away from the party I knew this was his intent but now that it has finally happened I can't help feeling as if this is a newly exciting thing we have discovered.

"I love to make you come," he whispers against my lips, with a slight hitch in his voice.

"I love to come for you," I reply with a hiss of pleasure.

It's a truth that we enjoy together and it is a fact that causes my body to tense, pulsing with the need for release, just waiting for...one...more...stroke.

"If you can't be stil, I'm going to stop," he whispers playfully.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Love is in the air...

Welcome Lovers!!

October is now over and with it goes my penchant for the ghostly and the ghastly. I'm actually quite romantic when I put my mind to it and if you've seen my backlist you'll notice I put my mind to it quite often. One of those romantic endeavors has manifested itself into an entire series called Intimate Encounters. Six lovely little books to be more specific. I'm sure you can only imagine how excited I was to hear they were being combined into an ebook anthology AND going to print.

I think each of the stories in the collections has a little something for everyone and that is what makes them so special to me. I believe that "love" isn't static or one dimensional. It can't be picked up and put down without care and caution. I believe that it cozies up to "lust" on occasion, sparking an energy of fire and passion, but never loses itself completely to the hedonism of it's partner. I even believe it is far greater than I could have ever captured in the words I put onto paper but it didn't stop me from trying. Therefore, I invite you all to take a gander at what love and intimacy look like to me, and I'd be surprised if you don't agree.

Janet

Available at Amazon
Intimate Encounters



Anthology of Janet Eckford's Intimate Encounters series, volumes 1-6:

Book 1: Love Unfurled:

Love in its fullest bloom requires the time and trust of both partners. There is the little seedling waiting for care and attention. The very bud of the flower waiting to blossom, and finally, love at its fullest, fully unfurled--testament to all the time and energy that was put into it to help it grow. Yet, we mustn't forget the sprinkling of passion that gives it color and vibrancy. So here is a look as love unfurls.

Book 2: At that Hour:
Lauren knows that an invitation, once given, is hard to revoke, but passion untried can be even more detrimental. She has requested the attention of her dark fantasy lover, but will the reality be all she imagined or just a promise left unfulfilled?

Book 3: Intimate Apparel:
What makes the things under a woman's clothes sexy? Is it the frilly lace or the cut of the fabric, or maybe the color and the way it lays upon her skin? I think it's the wearer, the woman who puts in on and takes it off every day with purpose and focus. I think it's the viewer who gazes with appreciation and a glint of passion in his eyes. Most importantly, I think it's the readers who place themselves in the role of the wearer and viewer and wonder if reality were fantasy, would they have just as much fun? Here is a collection of stories that explore just how "intimate" Intimate Apparel can be, so go ahead and take a peek. You know you want to.

Book 4: Body of Work:
At the heart of some of the greatest fantasies is the ability to remake one's self; carve out an image through imagination that is difficult to find in reality. What if fantasy and reality weren't so different? What if the image born from imagination isn't the one that needs to be the most desired and you could live in the space you are meant to inhabit? What if you could be loved for the person you have difficulty being? These are three stories that explore the fantasy of being loved for who you are and ask the question, why can't it be real?

Book 5: The Art of Love:

Body art is such an interesting thing. When done with thought and purpose, it tells the untold story of one's innermost self. When done in haste and impulse, it is a regret that lives even while the ink fades. In the end it is a reflection of the intimate connection one has with his or her body. This collection of stories seeks to explore that intimate connection such adornment has, reflected in another person's eyes.

Book 6: Everything Carries Me Back to You:

Happily Ever After isn't always a guaranteed thing. We take our Happily Now because Ever After just seems so far away. This book is a collection of those Nows, a prelude to a love story the characters don't even know has been written for them, a love story that waits patiently for them to understand that Happily Maybe is never happily after all.