Passion Lead Them

Luckily they orchestrated their lives that limited access was probable and when a few stolen minutes of privacy was presented to them they fell onto each other with a fervor that registered on the Richter scale. Their own personal earth-shaking event, that rattle them to their souls. Each wanting more, but both terrified what each new discovery would turn into. 

The possibility of being discovered, having to explain or worse- having it ripped away. This possibility was a fate worse than death,  that neither thought they could survive. They behaved like spy's sending secret messages and passing love notes, caressing under tables.  

Fear regulated them. But passion lead them. 

Secret Lovers

As she watched the rain pelt the earth, saw the thirsty terra absorb each drop, she thought of the passion he had ignited. It was a mindful burn, one that existed and grew in their imagination, but it felt real, even tangible. It was more than any sensation she had labeled "Love" before. 

Was it so intoxicating because it was forbidden? She was sure that was a component. But he had a way of knowing the words, looks and stolen touches that she craved, without knowing it herself. Every element of this man fit perfectly into her yearning- except that she belonged to someone else. 

She researched for a label, a justification or a way they could be free to love without imploding lives, leaving a trail of destruction. 

Was she a muse, geisha, courtesan, lover, mistress, whore?

All names or labels she would happily accept if it meant access to him. But the fervor she felt for him was more than any description she could find. She searched poetry, great literally works, artists and kings looking for some point of reference. 

Finding none, she resolved that they were simply two people in love, that found each other too late. 

She would never give him up, he would never leave her mind, they would exist in the world of shadows. Fueling a passion that would be unrequited and growing. 

To My Nadailia

You simmer. 

Your passion rides just below the surface taking only a word or a touch or a look to bubble  over. I love how you embrace that, no apologies, no excuses, just a fact and force of nature.  It's what makes you unique and priceless. Your ability to express that passion both verbally and physically creates the chemistry for your creativity. 

I love being the catalyst for your passion. I love providing the triggering events of your sexual burn. I love touching you, kissing you, sharing pleasure and desires with you. I love fueling your imagination with my words. I especially love giving you sweet release with only my expressed thoughts created in heat. 

You fuel my imagination. Your passion and reactions, to me and my words, give me the confidence to create, to be original. You allow me the freedom and the forum to express my thoughts without fear. 

You nurture my creativeness with your openness and desire. I love these things about you.

Your Lips

I have a running erotic tape in my head that includes your bottom lip. I am obsessed with your lip. It is a catalyst for my orgasms. 

I watch you when you talk, that middle part of your lower lip. It captivates me. When your laughing and happy, it's got a sheen to it. It begs me to bite it. Suck it- crush it with my lips. 

That thought progresses to your fingers. Your magical touch. Light at first, tender, soft. Firing all my neurons that lead to my pleasure centers. Then your touch becomes strong, possessing. I've never experienced a touch like that before. Sure and full of desire. 

After our hands have done what lips do, I remember your mouth on my breasts. Suckling my life force and bringing immense pleasure. You have me now. You can do anything to me. You own me. 

Then my mind moves to your amazing cock. The taste of it. First your precum on my lips and then my tongue. You taste sweet and savory. Like an oyster rinsed in Champagne. Your cock fills my mouth and I love it. I look up and see those lips. Filled with passion, I swallow you.  

Even with your dick in my mouth, I’m consumed with passion for that bottom lip.

Driving me Crazy

I'm driving along and I think of a memory of your touch. The way you hold my head when you kiss me solid and a bit to the right. That one thought made a bolt of lightening shoot through me like electricity coming from the cloud. 

It's fucking cool.

I live vicariously in those moments now. The way we always find each other under a table, the way your hand feels on my thigh and the way our bodies lightly touched. 

When I can barely stand it anymore, I recall the sensation of your mouth on my nipples.

It's then- I can't even drive. I pull over, sit under a tree and imagine you kissing me. Taking me. Possessing me. 

I'm experiencing feelings and sensations with you I never dreamed imaginable. You are my drug, my lifeline, my dream. 

Consumed is an erotic culinary adventure.

Consumed is an erotic culinary adventure.

By Teri Bayus

When Nadailia opens up her new farm-to-table bistro and hires Chef Dylan, she had no idea that she would be seduced not only by his food, but also ultimately lose herself in his hunger.

The wife of a cold billionaire has its challenges. Nadailia has created and succeeded in many restaurants financed by her husband’s money. She has never known real passion until the young chef Dylan comes into her world. Chef’s decency keeps them from realizing the true feelings they freely express to each other through word play and food. When her husband dies, it is time to see if this is real love or just lust.

Consumed is a tale of delectable meals shared, exciting romance, and erotic play. Follow their passion through luxury feasts and the stimulating world of fine dinning and wine.

Hunger never tasted this delectable.

What is Consumed?

Consumed is an erotic novel rooted in culinary and sexual exploration.