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Thank you again, Tara, for having me to your site. I’m excited to announce that the next installment of my Alien Sex Ed series, Alien Sex 103, is out now from Liquid Silver Books. Like its predecessors, this erotic sci-fi romance contains two romance stories:
Corporate spy by day and party boy by night, Varion thinks he has it all when he hooks up with fellow Sex Ed student, Benni. As a Flexian, Benni is a natural contortionist, able to get into sexual positions he has always fantasized about. She loves the way his race can shift their features and skin tone to look like other people. It’s all passion and good times until Varion starts to wonder if Benni only wants him because he can look like different men. And when Benni discovers Varion’s corporate espionage may destroy her job, she questions his motives in pursuing her. Is their relationship real or just a game that’s turned all too serious?
Used to being the shy young virgin, Pixie is shocked when Zeo, the fierce Nimanian student in her Sex Ed class, takes an interest in her. Step by step, Zeo awakens her sexuality and teaches her the joys of being a woman. He wants to mate with her in the tradition of his people, but Nimanian sex can be rough. Can Zeo be gentle enough for the woman he loves? Does Pixie have enough strength to match him?
I thought it might be fun to sneak a peek at some of the answers these characters gave during their initial screening for Xindra and Quinn’s Sex Ed class. Here are a couple of the questions they were asked:
What do you like best about living in Trilanta? Anything you don’t like about the city?
Varion: “This city is fantastic. There’s so much to do here at all hours of the day and night. It’s never boring. If there’s a negative, I’d have to say it’s that the people here, unlike my mother planet, tend to have a certain perception of you based on the way you look. We Multans are constantly shifting our eye and skin and hair color, so we don’t think anything of it. Here, people sometimes have preconceptions about who you are or what you’re like just from your outward appearance. I haven’t run into much of that, but…yeah, occasionally.”
Benni: “This place is full of clubs and arcades and restaurants and shops. I’ve got lots of energy, so this city is great for me. This is also home of the Trilanta Amusement Park and Fairgrounds, where I work. I’m getting to do my dream job trick riding my equinoid, Mumble-Peg, to entertain the tourists. Not many females, let alone a petite Flexian woman like me, can handle a six-legged equinoid. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.”
Zeo: “My family runs a private security and investigation business. Trilanta offers plenty of work for us. My people have a good community here, but we sometimes miss the natural wilderness of Nimania.”
Pixie: “The city offers me more opportunities as an artist. I only recently graduated and moved out on my own. It can be scary in the city, especially after dark, but I’m glad to get some distance from my parents. I’m still trying to figure out who I am—on my own, as an adult. My dad retired from code enforcement, and he and my mom can be really overprotective.”
What do you look for in a romantic relationship?
Varion: “I like women who are comfortable with themselves and their bodies. I’m not looking for anything too serious, just someone to share a good time with.”
Benni: “Nobody clingy. This is going to sound shallow, but I get bored with most men pretty quickly. I like sex, and I like to have fun, though I don’t enjoy either without respect and some kind of connection with whatever guy I’m with. Dating is one thing. I guess I haven’t met anyone who makes me want a ‘relationship.’”
Zeo: “I will recognize my mate when I meet her. Until then, I enjoy sexual play with females, but no mounting.”
Pixie: “Oh dear. I’ve…well, I’ve never actually been in a romantic relationship before. I’m not very good with men. I know I’m shy and kind of a scaredy-cat, so guys never seem to notice me. I’d like to meet someone nice, though. Someone who’s kind and listens and makes me feel good when I’m around him.”
Trilanta is definitely full of diversity, and there’s a variety of personalities in the student body. It will be interesting to see how these characters bridge the gaps between them. Attraction can draw people together in unexpected ways. Check out this scene from Alien Sex 103:
Still grinding to the pumping beat of the music, Benni gazed across the club’s crowded dance floor and licked her lips. Her eyes cruised up and down the sexy hunk of male flesh that had just arrived. The flashing lights and holo-projections made his ivory skin look almost translucent, like fine porcelain. As an orange-haired Flexian, Benni was pretty pale herself, but where her skin was peppered with multicolored freckles, his was spotless. His hair was jet black and spiked with gel, and his dark eyebrows balanced his high laser-cut cheekbones and wide nose. Beneath those brows, his almond-shaped eyes—a rich emerald green—searched the gyrating mass of dancers until they locked on to her.
Although she’d never seen him wear this face before, she knew him instantly. After all, they were lovers. They were also students in an adult Sex Ed course that covered anatomy, cultural practices, and relationships between the different alien races. There were a lot of races to learn about here in Trilanta—a city located on the travel-hub planet of the same name. As a Multan, Varion belonged to one of the more interesting ones. He could change his skin tone and other superficial features at will, but there was no hiding his six-foot-plus, hefty frame. He was a big man in every way, though not soft. Every inch of him was bulked with muscle, even if he sometimes chose to conceal the telltale ripples of definition.
Tonight, he looked like a street fighter, fully ripped and advertising it with a sleeveless shirt and black jeans. His gaze never left hers as he stalked closer. Gone was any trace of laugh lines or a playful smile. This man had only one thing on his mind.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said in a rich baritone.
The sound of his voice vibrated through her more than the bass beat of the song.
She pretended not to recognize him. “Hey yourself, stranger. You want to dance with me?”
“I could watch you move your body all night,” he told her, “but I had something more strenuous in mind.”
Benni lowered her lashes coyly. “I don’t know. ‘Strenuous’ sounds like work. I’m here to have fun.”
“What if I promise you a good time?”
“How good?” she challenged him.
“Enough to make your toes curl.”
Her skin turned feverish, and she felt a warm gush between her legs. Still, it never paid to play it too easy.
“That good, huh?” She danced close enough to rub herself against one of his brawny thighs. “Maybe you’re just bragging.”
His lips twitched. “I can prove it.”
Clutching her hips, he pulled her right up against his body. Benni could feel the hard ridge of his erection behind his fly, as well as the flex of his muscles as he walked backward. She stayed with him step for step. It wasn’t quite a dance—his body remained too tightly coiled for that—but their movements were so perfectly synchronized it made little difference. When they reached the edge of the dance floor, he took her hand and led her down the short, dark hallway in back.
There was a line outside the women’s bathroom, but that didn’t stop them. With a quick tug, he pulled her into the men’s room and headed for the nearest stall. The only other guy in there was occupied with his back to them and didn’t even notice their entry.
An instant later, they were out of sight anyway. Varion’s green gaze zeroed in on her the moment he locked the stall door behind them. The narrow space was filled to capacity with his beefy frame, but that only made Benni more aware of him—his heat, his musky scent, the way he looked at her like he’d eat her alive. Neither of them wanted any distance right now.
He didn’t waste time. Varion crowded her back against the side of the stall. In a single motion, he pulled her stretch top down to pop her bare breasts free and dove for her nipple. His lips latched on and suckled while his teeth grazed and nibbled in an aggressive attack that had her writhing. Although she knew she was small-busted, Benni felt like she swelled two cup-sizes bigger under his mouth.
Cool air hit the tops of her thighs, and she gasped when she felt his hot hands fisted in her skirt. Within seconds, he had the material bunched over her hips, her skimpy underwear all that separated her butt from the wall behind her. He sawed his blunt finger back and forth over the moist, cloth-covered slit between her legs while he kept his other hand busy opening his fly.
As soon as he popped the seal, his dusky erection leaped out of his pants, as tall and bulky as the rest of him. The tip was already coated in precum.
“Time to curl those toes,” he warned her.
He hiked up her right leg and shackled her ankle. With a brutal jerk, he swung it upward until she was doing a standing split still facing him. She wound up with her right foot next to her head and her left on the bathroom floor. Any other woman would have screamed in agony, but Benni just hissed in anticipation. Flexians were a race capable of contorting into a variety of positions without pain, and Varion knew it. In fact, the darkening of his eyes told her just how much her flexibility turned him on.
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