Sunday, March 20, 2016
2016 Menages Spring Tour
Have you been following the 2016 Menages Spring Tour? Almost time to wrap it up! But guess what? Today's my day!
We have the awesome and amazing Mary Menages Reviews to thank for the fun. Make sure to stop by her blog to check out today's clues.
https://marymenage.wordpress.com/2016/03/20/march-21-louisa-bacio-presents-master-class-sex-university-series-2016-menage-spring-tour-march-12-22/
To enter my contest for a lovely pair of rainbow earrings, you need to answer the question on her blog!
Plus, on Monday evening, I'll be taking part in a Q&A during the FB event.
https://www.facebook.com/events/1697035550581856/
See you there!
Louisa Bacio
Get Smexy Hop
Welcome to the The
Smexy Romance Blog Hop and Giveaway. Many thanks to Clare Dargin, who organized this hop! Make sure to enter the Grand Prize giveaway. I'm giving out three electronic copies of the series starter Summer School, and a $5 Amazon gift card. (Enter below)
Sex U. trained in a
variety of fields. The Dominatrix Diva sequence rivaled anything that Europe
had to offer; High Society Seductress prepared women who were marrying into
upper class families; and Pubic Relations taught the finer points of female
enjoyment. The school had some prospective sex educators who wanted to teach at
the university; and then there were those like Mandi who wanted to expand their
extracurricular activities. The thought of being filled anally excited her, and
sometimes when she masturbated, she rubbed that puckered hole, but as soon as a
partner even tickled her tushie with a finger, she clamped those muscles tight.
No entry was possible. She hoped the staff at SFSU would be able to teach her
to loosen up a bit. She’d never know if she could enjoy it, if she was never
able to try it.
Even with all
the mental preparations, Mandi hesitated on the last consent form; she looked
up and drank in her surroundings. What was she doing here? Was she crazy for
giving her body away, willingly? She could have a handful of lovers, at any
time she wanted. She had a stockpile of potentials’ numbers ‑ men and women ‑
in her iPhone. Many of which, she was sure, would be more than willing to give
her pleasure and help in her education, so to speak. Instead of doing the
sensible thing, she did the opposite, the extreme. Just like always. Maybe she
wasn’t so average.
The representative
helping her could only be described as Surfer Boy gorgeous. As if he sensed her
hesitation, he smiled at Mandi. Wavy blonde hair curled around his ears, and blue
eyes that sparkled like the moon on tropical ocean water peeked out from behind
long bangs. Stark white teeth contrasted against his tan skin. His nametag read
‘Blaine.’ Mandi had heard of dance clubs where “only the beautiful people were
allowed.” That rang true here. Not only were the applicants screened for their
mental state but also for their physical characteristics.
Physical beauty and,
even more importantly, a glamorous inner charm had blessed Mandi since her
youth. At 5”7’, she could have starred in that ZZ Top’s “Legs” video. She
possessed long, sculpted legs with calf muscles toned from modern dance. She’d
come to love dance classes when she was in high school, and she had continued
with the training throughout college.
Today she wore a black
mini skirt that flared over her full hips, accenting her dancer’s ass, and a
slit on the side,. Not too big, but definitely woman enough. She’d spent extra
time getting ready that morning, and her black hair hung in thick ringlets down
past her breasts. She’d tucked a handful behind her ear, and looked at Blaine
with her dark green eyes. Today, her eyes reflected off her military brat tank
top. If she wore blue, they would pick up that color. The only time her eyes
changed on their own was when she was angry. Then, she’d been told a few times,
they flashed gray.
The metallic pen rested
heavy and solid between her fingers, and she signed her summer away. White
marble tile covered the foray, and plush burgundy carpet started in the
hallways. The school grounds lay beyond closed doors. Although she’d been
through the interview process, Mandi hadn’t seen what lay beyond those locked
doors. No one did until the first day. She wondered what mysteries and
adventures lay ahead. Once she entered through those doors, there was no
leaving for the summer semester. Her friends and family thought she was
backpacking abroad ‑ if they only knew.
“Well, it seems as if
all your paperwork is in order,” Blaine said. “Are you ready to start your
instruction at Sex U. Ms. Wilkinson?”
Mandi took a deep
breath. She couldn’t change her mind now, could she? “I’m as ready as I’ll ever
be.”
“If you’ll follow me
then,” he said directing with his hand. “This way to the antechamber.”
For someone who looked
so laid-back, Blaine spoke eloquently, almost like an English butler. Rather
than leading her forward, through those locked doors, Blaine strolled toward a
side door. Amanda picked up her valise and followed him, watching the muscles
of his tight butt clench inside his khaki shorts.
The door opened into an
immense room, filled with many other doors.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll
take that,” Blaine said as he grabbed her bag. “No personal items are allowed
in the university.”
“But my clothes …”
“Everything you need
will be provided.”
Physical Education
Tired of sexual norms and wanting to expand her pleasure, Amanda
“Mandi” Wilkinson enrolls in summer school at San Francisco Sex University, an
exclusive sex school located in the heart of San Francisco. What Mandi doesn’t
realize is that not all the mysterious drop-outs are simply flunking sex-ed.
Reed McAllister came to Sex U. for reasons all his own. Undercover,
he’s searching for a woman, the right woman, and so far he doesn’t have any
leads. Reed never saw himself working at a place such as SFSU, let alone instructing, but he had to admit it –
the job did come with its perks.
When Mandi turns up on the missing list, will Reed be able
to save her and give her the lessons she so desires?
Coming soon: Sex U Book 3: The Master Class
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