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Dirty
Slang
By
Em Petrova
Erection, hard-on, cock, shaft, rod…What’s your
favorite moniker for the penis? As an erotic romance writer, I often find
myself in a slump when it comes to choosing words for my sex scenes. Most
publishers have guidelines about what terms are appropriate, but recently I
wondered what dirty word might spew from my fingertips and onto the screen if I
were given free reign.
Here are a (not-so) few of my favorites:
Russell
The One-Eyed Wonder Muscle
Gristle Missile
Pumping Pole of Penile Power
Bone-Her
Harry & the HHenderson's (Hendersons are the balls)
One-Eyed Fred
Dip Stick
Meat Wrench
Nightcrawler
Blue-veined Junket Pumper
Love Pump
One-Eyed Wonder Weasel
Johnson
Trouser Snake
Tool
Thrill Drill
Sex Pistol
Pocket Rocket
Friction Whistle
The Pink Oboe
Purple-Helmeted Warrior
Vlad The Impaler
One-Eyed Snake
Gristle Missile
Pumping Pole of Penile Power
Bone-Her
Harry & the HHenderson's (Hendersons are the balls)
One-Eyed Fred
Dip Stick
Meat Wrench
Nightcrawler
Blue-veined Junket Pumper
Love Pump
One-Eyed Wonder Weasel
Johnson
Trouser Snake
Tool
Thrill Drill
Sex Pistol
Pocket Rocket
Friction Whistle
The Pink Oboe
Purple-Helmeted Warrior
Vlad The Impaler
One-Eyed Snake
Pork Sword
The Colonel
Captain Scarlet
Which is
your favorite? Here’s mine. I’ll use it in a sentence…
*Lea took
Drake’s pink oboe in hand, and before she ducked her head, she watched his
pupils dilate in bliss.*
Leave a comment and let me know your favorite!
Read on
for a steamy excerpt from my dirty hot cowboy ménage UNBROKEN!
The bell
on the door tinkled. At the sound, she hopped off the counter and glanced up.
She
stopped breathing.
Tucker.
And right
behind him, Christian.
Claire
backed up until the counter dug painfully into her spine. Please don’t make me wait on you.
The last
thing she was capable of was acting nonchalant while serving eggs and home
fries to the man she was in love with—especially when she wanted to roll out of
his bed and pad off to his kitchen to prepare them herself.
But the
look on Tucker’s handsome face told her that he was here for more than eggs.
She’d seen that blazing look before, right before he trapped her hands behind
her back and bent her over a hay bale.
Dark heat
slithered downward to capture her folds. Her nipples bunched up hard.
“We’ve got
some unfinished business, Claire.” When Tucker used this commanding tone, she’d
follow him around like a pony, doing tricks until he rewarded her with the
sweet sugar of his kisses.
He and
Christian strode across the dining room, muscles rolling with purpose. She
dragged in a harsh breath. “I don’t think—”
“I do.”
Tucker planted his hands on her waist and leaned over her, dizzying her with
his personal spice before he slammed his mouth over hers. She gasped around his
lips, and he slid in his tongue.
Plundering.
Stealing any protestation.
Her body
reacted with a violent shiver. Cream soaked her panties as she took note of his
hardness—every inch of it.
Christian
made a noise that brought Tucker’s head up. He stared into her eyes for a split
second before plucking her off her feet and bearing her to the back of the
diner, past the mish-mash of photographs plastering the walls of several
generations of patrons. Smiling faces. Voyeuristic faces.
Tucker
pressed her into the last booth and crowded in beside her. Christian hung back
a little, leaning against a table a few feet off. She sent Christian a frantic
look, but he gave her a slow, amused smile that twisted the knot tighter in her
core.
“Wait,
Tucker—”
He nuzzled
her temple, spattered kisses down to her jaw then circled around to her
earlobe, which he bit sharply.
She
squirmed, watching Christian’s smile widen.
“What’s
going on?” While she longed for more of Tucker’s kisses—the hottest brand she’d
ever known—she couldn’t let him drag her heart behind his horse anymore.
“I never
laid a hand on Allie,” Tucker whispered into her ear. Hot words that did hotter
things to her body and incinerated her heart.
“But…”
Tucker’s
blue eyes loomed close as he stared into hers. “That was Christian. Sometimes
we…watch each other. Christian thinks you’re as gorgeous as I do. In fact,
you’ve been the object of one of our joint fantasies.”
She
twitched as he slipped a finger down her spine. Her breath came faster. Joint
fantasy? Her mind reeled around the words, and she opened her mouth to speak
but nothing came out.
Tucker’s
slow grin heated her core. But his statement melted her into a puddle of want.
“Right now, Christian wants me to finger your pussy so he can see. You all
right with that, baby?”
Her leg
muscles burned to snap shut even as she hungered to let them part.
“Beautiful
Claire, I’m sorry.” He nipped her throat in that sweet spot that made all the
hair on her body stand up. “Let me make it up to you. And let Christian be witness
to it.”
Briefly, a
thread of a question wove through her mind. Make
it up to me by getting me off in front of another man? But then Tucker
plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she lost control completely.
A long
minute passed as she let Tucker’s flavors fill her head even as Christian
looked on. His strong presence and hooded gaze excited the hell out of her.
“With
Christian?” Tucker asked.
“Yes,” she
gasped between kisses.
Her breath
hitched as he inched rough fingers up her inner thighs to her soaking heat.
Christian crossed his arms and leaned back a bit, his gaze directed under the
table. Tucker positioned her, draping a calf over his big thigh and pushing
aside the small patch of fabric covering her pussy.
Being back
in his arms again, with his mouth on hers, drove away thoughts of her
surroundings and the previous state of her heart. She gave in to the swirling
caress of his fingertip on her clit.
Christian’s
moan reverberated in the quiet of the diner. Tucker echoed it, easing his
finger over her slit and into her dripping channel. Shards of electric desire
burst inside her. She bucked her hips, trying to draw his thick digit into her
pussy.
Tucker
nibbled her parted lips, her tongue. His soft hair swept over her cheek,
reminding her more of making love to him. Sweet tears burned in her throat.
“That’s
it, baby. Open to me. Let me make you cling to the ceiling while Christian
watches you come apart.”
BUY
UNBROKEN
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/unbroken-em-petrova/1115662730?ean=9781619216594
A big
thanks to Rhonda for letting me hijack her blog today, and to all of you for
reading!
Em Petrova
~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~
Sitting here still laughing as tears roll down my face at ‘Russell The One-Eyed Wonder Muscle’ and ‘Blue-veined Junket Pumper’. Keep ‘up’ the good work Em.
ReplyDeleteI'm giggling my way through the list. The "nightcrawler" caught my attention. I have to admit, I've never heard of it referred to as the "pink oboe"! Thanks for the laughs and giggles. Oh, I loved the excerpt. ;)
ReplyDeleteLove how you used pink oboe in your sentence! here is a list of 101 words for penis that i found...so funny to read! http://open.salon.com/blog/bobbot/2011/01/25/101_words_for_penis
ReplyDeleteOne eyed trouser snake FTW, lol
ReplyDeleteThank you all for stopping by for a laugh!
ReplyDeleteI think "skin flute" is missing. "Hot beef injection" was also a good one. "Pocket Pickle". I tend to just go for "cock" it's manly. I like it. :)
ReplyDeleteWell being a nurse its always been penis but my grand daughter calls it a pee pee......The one I get a kick out of is his "Johnson". So I would have to say one of these two are the favorite. Pink oboe caught my attention. Thank you for the giggle.....Looking forward to reading Unbroken....the baseball bat really caught my attention....Love it!
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