Tusesday Teaser - Stripping, And I Don't Mean Paint

Today's guest blogger is Elizabeth Black.

I recently read a story about a shopkeeper in Italy who accused a woman of shoplifting from his store. The two of them were quite loud, shouting in the street. A crowd formed, including lots of tourists. The woman insisted she was innocent, and to prove her case, she began to strip! She wanted to show the shopkeeper she wasn't wearing any purloined clothing. By the time she stood in her underwear in the middle of the street, the shopkeeper saw she hadn't stolen anything, apologized to her, and the two went their separate ways. The crowd dispersed, tourists wandering the streets in search of more adventure.

That's when the tourists noticed their wallets were missing.

They didn't notice the well-dress people moving through the crowd taking wallets from purses, coats, and pants pockets whilst the ruckus was going on. It turns out the entire scenario was a scam! The shopkeeper, the stripping woman, and the well-dressed thieves were in on it together! So it pays to keep your hands in your pockets protecting your wallet if any sudden drama materializes around you.

I've never stripped in public but I have in private. I once stripped down to a borrowed corset for a past lover. The corset was far too big for me but it was so sexy – black and red brocade and lace – that I had to put it on. I had worn a t-shirt and denim shorts that day, and he as expecting to see me in my usual satin panties and no bra. After we were in our hotel room, I told him to lie on the bed since I had a surprise for him. I slowly removed the shorts first, so he thought I had on a sexier-than-usual pair of panties. When I lifted the t-shirt so he could see the corset, I nearly had to fight him off! My breasts looked sexier encased in clothing than they normally did bare because the corset made him imagine what my body looked like beneath all that sexy fabric. Suffice to say the corset didn't stay on long. I did a sexy dance for him, with lots of twirling, and then I slowly removed the corset. We didn't get out of bed for the rest of the night.

In my novel Don't Call Me Baby, Catherine Stone plays a game I created called Strip Mall. It's a board game where you take off items of clothing – or remove someone else's clothing – depending on the card you draw or the space your game piece lands on. This game is fun to play with a large group of people. The first person stark naked wins the game. She's enticed by both the men and the women playing this game with her. She also sees her first nipple ring, and wonders what it would be like to be pierced there herself.

So you want to read about Strip Mall? Buy my book Don't Call Me Baby and you can see for yourself ;)

Here is my blurb for Don't Call Me Baby.

Don't Call Me Baby is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis. It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes - married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job. But she asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards! Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content. Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for - and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.


Naughty Nights Press releases this novel on September 30, 2011. Please visit my blog, web site, and Facebook page for updates, buy links, more excerpts, and reviews.

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Here's an excerpt for your reading pleasure:


Catherine Stone looked around the amusement park and rides but saw nothing unusual. It was the end of another hot and humid day in Maryland during the summer of 1983. The sun had set behind the trees, casting shadows across the park hiding the car she sat in to some extent. Catherine wished it were a bit darker outside, because she was in constant fear of getting caught, but it was a hot June evening, so that was too much to ask for. Besides, the possibility of getting caught thrilled her, made the encounter all the more exciting for her. Every horn blowing and car pulling in made her hair stand on end. Will this be the cop who pulls us over? Can we get away with me sucking him off here yet again?

She unzipped Brian's trousers, and slipped her hand inside. Reaching into his briefs, her fingers wrapped around his growing cock and it jumped at her touch. Brian is so predictable. All he ever wants is for me to suck his cock. Good thing I demand a good, expensive meal after these trysts, or I'd get nothing out of them. She pulled his cock out of his trousers, feeling the organ spread out in her palm.

“Oh, that feels good. I love it when you stroke me off.”

She stroked his shaft, gripping him harder as her hand reached the base. Every time she squeezed, his cock jumped in her hand. She liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. Purple with arousal and thick with veins, the well-formed head glistened with pre-cum. In her years since starting college she had enjoyed many different types of cocks and Brian's was especially hot because it was so big and he was uncircumcised. She liked the look of hard cocks. When they were hard they were so sensitive. A twist a little too far this way or that way could hurt, yet she knew from what past lovers had told her, the pain felt so good. She liked pulling Brian's cock too far; just to get a painful, yet aroused reaction out of him. Although she felt impatient, she relished the fact that she was a good lay. Her blowjob skills had improved greatly over the months, and she could also make Brian come very quickly with her hand jobs.

As she gently rolled back his foreskin and stroked his growing shaft, she cradled his balls in her other hand. She liked the way his cock grew to nearly twice its size, when all she did was brush her fingers against it. It felt hard yet sinewy, like a garden hose full of water. She enjoyed the effect she had on him, and she relished her power. Sex was a heady power surge, and Catherine could not get enough of it.

Brian's cock was big; longer and thicker than other cocks she had the pleasure of sucking and fucking. Plus, at his age of fifty-eight, he stayed harder for a longer time, and it took him much longer to come than men her own age of twenty-two. Catherine never faked orgasms. She liked sex so much that she had no trouble coming every time she fucked. When she didn't feel like coming, she simply said so. Faking an orgasm was something she never even considered doing.

Tonight was one night, however, that she wished Brian would hurry up, come, and get it over with. She hated their trysts at the park because she got little if anything out of them. She would much rather stay in a nice hotel and spend the evening fucking without feeling any pressure, but that was not to be this evening. She needed to be at Silver Spring College in the morning for her new summer job. So here she sat, sexually unsatisfied and feeling a bit used wondering when she was going to meet a man who could satisfy her insatiable sexual needs.

Little did she know that several men, including a father and son, would please her over the upcoming summer weeks, including one man who was her match.