Kestra's first publication was a short story entitled Hangar, now available for your erotic pleasure over at Oysters and Chocolate. Readers think so much of it that it is still one of the highest rated items in the O&C "Licorice Whips" category.
But first, try a sample of her just-published literary aphrodesia from Cobblestone Press, "Encounters"
an excerpt from Encounters
( Adult Content )
“Nice gift. And did you get anything from the Chief of Staff?” Somehow, Remy managed to infuse the title with innuendo.
Remy stood straight, making the most of his medium height. He dressed sharply, like a modern Italian dandy, and his sexual orientation was indeterminate, or perhaps indiscriminate. Madeleine hoped he would thrive.
“I haven’t spoken two sentences with Dr. Reilly since I arrived in Louisville.”
“Really? Zach...” He corrected himself, “Reilly said he liked you for the position.” Again, Remy’s statement came with a sexual undertone, or maybe that was just Madeleine’s unmanageable thoughts.
Blushing, she said, “Zach Reilly’s opinions are of little concern to me.”
“Oh c’mon, Mad. You and Reilly, medical school affair, passionate, ended badly. Isn’t that what one of your bourbon-fueled confessions covered?”
Her blush deepened. She had been twenty seven, in her last year of medical school here in Louisville and Zach a few years older, completing a rotating internship before starting his radiology residency.
Her nipples tightened as she remembered their first night in the on-call room. The frantic hunger for each other, discarded scrubs, the shocking initial contact of bare skin. Her wanton abandon, pulling him down onto her on the creaking bunk, and then into her wet, desirous core. If the touch of his skin had been shocking, the penetration of his generous cock had been a revelation of how all-encompassing sex could be. Clinging to his shoulders, feeling his muscles bunching and flexing under her hands, Madeleine had her first shattering orgasm. She had been aware of his roar when he came, and his chest hair abraded her face as he lay collapsed atop her. And things had just gotten better from there. For a time.
an excerpt from Dark River
( Adult Content )
He visibly struggled to gain control over the emotion that racked through him. The evidence was in his clenched jaw, in the ragged breathing that lifted his chest. Although folds of her skirt and kirtle were crushed between them, Elinor could feel him hardening.
He seethed, “I do want to scare you. Look at the chance you took coming here in the middle of the night. Who could help you now?”
Elinor, leaning close, whispered, “Do I need help, my Lord?”
In answer, Lord Wysse cruelly grasped her wrist and twisting her arm behind her, levered Elinor closer. A spark of fear and then an answering passion rose in Elinor. Her world dissolved as his heart hammered in time with her own. Elinor arched her back then parted her lips to accept his kiss. He plundered the proffered mouth and shifted so his hardness could stroke her hip.
Elinor kissed him with all the pent up fervor of her widowhood, relishing the strain in her arm as she was bent further back. She pressed her pelvis to him, drinking in his kisses. Her nipple cleared her corset, the rough abrasion of his coat causing her to moan in deepening abandon.