Monday, August 15, 2011
Guest post 14: Kat LeXXXington
I’ve known Kat LeXXXington since there was only one X in her name. We have a bit of history, some good, some incredible, some not so much. Either way once I found out she was writing erotica I had to beg her to grace my dark little corner of the internet. I asked her a few questions, most of which I knew the answers to, and asked her for an excerpt of an upcoming novel.
How long have you been writing?
Ever since those tortured days of high school, when repression of my true self was the only way to get through.
Was High School really that bad?
It had its ups and downs. (Winks) or maybe I should say ins and outs? It wasn’t all bad, but I couldn’t be myself. It wasn’t until I moved to the city (New York) and started bartending and modeling that I really came into my own.
You know the expression Write what you know?
I’m familiar, yes.
Well, it’s what I know. I am a very sexual woman who loves to express herself honestly. I’m a lot more like a man in my proclivity to fuck first and ask questions later. I’m always searching for that mind blowing orgasm, the dirty, raunchy sex leaves you gasping for breath and covered in sweat and come. I think foreplay should really be post play. That doesn’t mean I don’t like it, I do. I love it. I just like to fuck sometimes, you know? No touching, no feeling, no emotions other than lust. Just whip out your cock and let’s get busy. Other times I really like to touch and feel suck. I guess it depends on my mood. That’s how I write too. Sometimes I just get right into it, other times I am slow and more deliberate.
Are you traditionally published anywhere?
No, and I really don’t want to be. As with sex (and doesn’t it always come back to that?) I like to have all the control.
You’re not on twitter or facebook or any other social media. Why?
Laziness. (Laughs) If I join those things when will I write? I’m afraid to get wrapped up, but I know I have too soon.
Any last words?
Buy my books? You’re posting links, right?
Excerpt of Angel
By Kat LeXXXington
Sitting on the edge of the edge of her bed, legs splayed wide, Angel watched herself masturbating. One thin finger glistened with come as it ground over the hard pearl of her clit, the other hand pinned under the trembling muscles of her thigh as she worked the blue vibrator with increasing speed. Bright blue eyes shone wild with need as they watched the image in front of her. Seeing it like this Angel could almost remove herself out of the equation, coming as if by someone else’s hand. Tossing her head to the side Angel knocked the blonde curls from her face to keep her view unobstructed.
Her naked body moved, the smallish breasts swaying in the wake of heavy breaths, her stomach rolling as thin shoulders arched back to allow deeper penetration with the vibrator. Her nipples puckered, the rose colored flesh standing out bright against the tanned skin. She could feel the icy fingers caressing her spine as all the blood in her body pooled in her center and left the extremities tingling. Hips bucked, hands doubling their efforts as the first wave of the climax broke over her.
She twisted, moving one leg further out as Angel folded herself, the shadows of muscle becoming obvious under her tight stomach. She moved the hand away from her clit left a glistening trail up her belly to a supple breast. She pinched the hard nipple, tugging the pinkish knot as the promise of orgasm rolled through her. Bold tendons stood out under the strain of the climax as Angel struggled to pull in just one breath of cool air.
Full lips clamped shut in an attempt to keep the scream in her throat. Blonde hair plastered to her face. Bright eyes slammed shut and rolled back into her head as if she could more clearly see the image of her step-father in the wildly inappropriate fantasy that currently wormed through her hormone addles mind. She whimpered, someone inside her head calling out “Daddy…” in a delicate voice. She wanted his hand pinching her, smacking her, touching her.
She turned over as the wave of pleasure rolled over her body, the vibrator still plunging into her, her fist pounding into her as she worked the machine deeper and harder into the wetness. Angel clamped her legs closed around her arm and imagined it was her stepfather slamming into her, stretching her out and rubbing against her G-spot. Angel bit the covers and pushed her face deep into the softness of her mattress and screamed as loud as she could. She was so close, her body poised over the precipice, arms spread as she readied to dive into the rocks…
The doorbell echoed through the house, followed by the usual three knocks and Bill’s voice calling out “Morning everyone”.
The spell was broken. Angel cursed under her breath and glanced at the clock; 7:15. Fuck! It didn’t normally take her long to come, especially when she was thinking about Paul, her Stepfather. She had thought about him the first time she masturbated, and he had quickly become her go-to when she absolutely needed to get off. Angel even thought about Paul when she was having sex, if the guy wasn’t particularly good and she knew he couldn’t get her off.
Bill had ruined this mornings session, and she knew it would ruin her day. Maybe she could get one of the guys from the football team to throw her a quick fuck before school started.
“Maybe I should make Bill finish what he ruined.” Angel smiled to her reflection, knowing full well her chunky neighbor would gladly walk through hell and back for just such an opportunity.
The day had been hell. Besides her botched masturbation this morning she had been caught unawares of a test in Chemistry, got busted texting in Algebra, and had forgotten to do almost all of her homework for every other class. Even lunch had sucked. Her usual friends had volunteered last week to decorate for tonight’s dance, but since Angel had forgotten to sign up early she wasn’t allowed to go with them. She had to sit with the football players and cheerleaders, people she associated with but wouldn’t consider friends. At least Bill was there to lavish her with attention.
“What are you wearing tonight?” Bill was carrying her books as usual and trying not to seem too excited. Brown eyes shone with unrequited love, yet hinted at some grand gesture. Asking about her costume was the first question, asking her to accompany him to the dance would be the second.
The last bell of the day had finally rang and they were headed home, walking as usual despite both of them having their drivers licenses. It was just plain embarrassing, and something Angel wouldn’t have to do if Ben hadn’t cheated on her. Now she was stuck walking home in the Texas heat annoyed, horny, and sweaty.
“I don’t know.” Angel said after a few seconds consideration. “I’m not even sure I’m going.” She looked out across the parking lot and tried not to think of the mile long walk home. Heat mirages glimmered in the distance. How Bill was wearing a sweatshirt was beyond her.
“What do you mean? You have to go.” It would kill him if Angel stayed home; in addition to having a decade’s long crush on Angel he had spent the last year dieting and working out like a madman. He had hid his new physique from her thus far, and had a costume that promised to show off his hard work,. Bill was dying for her to see him in it, but if Angel stayed home it would ruin his unveiling.
“I don’t know.” Angel kicked a rock along the sidewalk. “Ever since Ben and I broke up I haven’t felt much like partying.”
Bill obviously prickled at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. “All the more reason for you to go out tonight.” He stopped walking and took her sleeve in his hand. Angel’s eyes moved up to meet his. “Listen to me; we just turned eighteen which means no curfew and we’ve wanted to go to this party since we were freshmen. You are coming tonight. End of discussion.” He let go of her sleeve and started walking again.
Angel would never admit it to Bill, but hearing him command her like that was really hot. The corners of her lips slowly rose. If he had smacked her ass after saying it she imagined they would skip the party all together and just maybe she would make him repay her for the lost orgasm this morning.
She wondered if that was really a line they could cross. They had known each other for ten years, playing together as kids and becoming best friends despite Bill’s in becoming more. Angel had always known about his crush, but it was just a childish thing, nothing serious. Or was it? Angel had never dared ask him about it because there might be answers to her questions she wasn’t prepared for.
Bill was good looking; little over six feet tall and broad as a barn with dark hair and brooding eyes. If only he wasn’t so chunky, Angel thought. She wondered again why he was wearing a sweatshirt in this heat but she didn't bother to ask. It made him look thinner, she had to admit, but wasn’t he dying in that thing?
“Alright. If it’s that important to you I’ll go.” She bumped him with her hip and smiled up at him. “I’ll need an outfit though.”
Angel wanted to be sexy and show off her body but all the stores in the mall were out of anything remotely cool. She didn’t want to go as some lame ass character; she didn't need to dress up. What she really wanted was to dress down, to find some sexy little number that would draw all the attention to her and possibly get her laid. She was thought maybe one of the places in the mall that catered to the Goth crows would have something, but she was sorely disappointed by their notion of “costumes”.
After describing what she was looking for to a sales girl with purple hair and plastic fangs Angel decided it might be better to stop shopping like a kid and go somewhere a little more adult.
Angel drove across town and parked her mother’s car in the back of the building. She walked past the door that informed anyone under the age of twenty-one to turn around. Signs like that didn't apply to eighteen-year-old girls, especially ones that look like Angel.
She walked into the empty store, noting that she was alone with the heavily tattooed woman behind the counter. Angel glanced at the piercings in her cheek, brow, and lips. Something about this woman never failed to excite her; the overtly sexual way she dressed and acted, the body that seemed built for sin, or the lascivious glances the tattooed woman threw her way. Regardless, it excited her. Angel smiled to her without making direct eye contact and began to hunt around
“Is there anything special your looking for?” The clerk walked around the counter and headed for Angel.
“Actually, yeah.” She turned to look the woman over; short dark hair stuck out at wild angles, eyes an incredible shade of gray that looked like wet slate. Her face was gorgeous in spite of the piercings, which Angel found somewhat alluring. She was short and thinly muscled, covered in tattoos that did little to steer the eye from large breasts barely contained in the cut off shirt she wore. Her flat stomach showed tight muscle and the low cut shorts were pulled down enough to let Angel know she kept herself shaved very smoothly.
Angel felt something stirring, a hot ball that melted inside her stomach. She looked the other woman over, noticing that she was suddenly feeling less bold than usual.
“OK, what can I help you find?” She giggled a little, aware of Angel’s interest in her.
“I was hoping to find something I could wear to a Halloween party.” Angel twirled her long blond hair between dainty fingers and smiled.
“I don’t have much that would be appropriate for a party, but I think I have a devil costume here you could try out.” She began to look through the racks.
“That’s funny.” Angel walked closer to the girl and picked up the scent of her shampoo. It was flowery and pretty. “My name’s Angel. I love the idea of going as a devil.”
“Actually…” the woman pulled out an angel costume. “I think this would be a better fit.” She held it up to Angel and smiled. “I prefer the literal.”
The white outfit consisted of very short white shorts, fishnet stockings, ankle high white boots, a small top that looked more like a bra than a shirt and came complete with fishnet arms and belly cover. Two, three foot long wings made out of synthetic feathers completed the outfit.
“Wow, that’s gorgeous.” Angel touched a finger to the wing and smiled over at the tattooed girl. “Do you think it will fit?”
“I'd like to find out.” She walked over and opened the dressing room door, holding it open and cocking her hip to the side. She let the costume hang off her finger as she looked over Angel’s body. “Let me know if you need any help in there. “
There was a naughty grin on the girls face that made the stainless jewelry shine like her eyes.
“You know, I think I just might.” Angel took the outfit from her and slipped into the small room. Angel made sure her breasts brushed against the other woman. “Wow.” Angel leaned forward and whispered in the older woman’s ear. “Those puppies really get in the way.”
“You have no idea.” She smiled and extended a heavily tattooed arm. “Call me Devlin.”
“That can’t really be your name.” Angel took the hand in hers and held it lightly for several seconds. She cast her crystalline blue eyes onto Devlin and smiled suspiciously.
“It is today.” Devlin leaned into the room and cupped Angel's chin, guiding her forward and gently pressing their lips together. Everything happened so quickly Angel didn’t even get a chance to taste the older woman. It was delicate and seductive but too short.
Devlin closed the door behind her and sauntered away, hips swaying and ass bouncing in the cut off’s.
It took Angel a long time to get her fingers and toes through the thin mesh of the fishnets. The end result proved to be worth all the work. The vinyl shorts exposed enough of her ass to be sexy but not excessive, the white looking fabulous over her tanned skin. The top was a little small. It pressed her breasts uncomfortably upwards where they pressed into her throat.
“Devlin?” Angel sang out anxiously as she opened the slotted door. “Can you help me, please?”
She came from half way across the room with a larger top already in her hands.
“Did I underestimate the size of those incredible tits?” Sucking her lower lip into her mouth, she played the stainless steel ball over her teeth.
“You did.” Angel put her hands on her hips to display the bursting cleavage. “I don’t mind showing them off, but I don’t think the nipples should be poking out the top.”
“I’ll admit I like the look.” Grey eyes glowed with interest as Devlin walked into the room and closed the door behind her. She began to work on the straining buttons. “But I suppose you need something you can actually wear.”
The last button couldn’t hold the strain by itself and popped free. Angel’s breasts bounced as they fell out of the tight white vinyl. She gasped a little in surprise. Devlin licked her lips and took one of Angel’s breasts into her hand, squeezing the supple flesh and gliding her fingers over the nipple. Angel’s hand went into her hair and guided Devlin’s head gently towards the puckering pink flesh.
Devlin’s tongue darted out and licked the naked breast playfully before the heat of her mouth closed over it. Angel sighed and pulled Devlin’s hair, pushing the smaller woman into the wall and lifted her head up. Their lips touched as gently as butterfly wings. Tongues slithered out to taste the sinful flesh. Angel bit the exposed metal of the lip ring, pulling it forcefully until it hurt, then relenting just enough.
There is more to come, but you’ll have to pay her for it. She promises this book will be out within a week or so.
She currently has two books up, One is chocked full of lesbian sex, the other is a semi-autobiographical tale about growing up and fucking her boyfriends much older cousin. Both are incredible and sexy and you should really read them.
Leave Kat a comment and let her know what you think.