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Saturday, November 11, 2017

Erotic Poem - 11/11/2017: The Lesson

I am before you, awaiting for your instructions.
You stand with such prominence
Such discipline
You have me want to know what's going on
How you keep me guessing
Yet so excited to learn
The way you handle it is such a lesson I'm willing to learn.
You open me into new lengths
New promises
I am about to learn a new lesson
Something new for my body
Something new for my mind
You're taking me to a journey
A journey that will have me questioning the meaning of your visit.
Who are you?
What have you done to me?
Yesterday, I was living one way
Today, I'm learning a new way
What will I gain from this?
What will you benefit from me?
Is it joy or pain, or is it both?
What will this lesson teach me?
My instincts tell me to trust you
But the fear speaks somewhere in the audience
I will benefit from this
But today, I'm learning a lesson.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Erotic Poem - 11/09/2017: Forbidden Fruit

The forbidden fruit
I was warned about you
The one that could persuade me
The one that would isolate me from reality
You're my wonderful delusion
But a delusion I can live in
You share me the knowledge I want to know
You connect me with your thoughts
Open me to a bigger world
Relate with my feelings like never before
Who are you? 
Why are you here?
What is my purpose with you?
I was warned about you
But I am drawn to you
Feeding off you
Conformity means nothing
You've connected with me like never before
How will I explain to those that I took a bite off you?

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers - 10/31/2017: The Goddess Awaits

Happy Halloween.

It's been a very long time since I had posted anything for this event.

And I'm back to host a snippet in 200 words.

Here is my snippet, along with my inspired pic.


The four walked through the mall, dressed all in black leather outfits, where some of them were very revealing of their figure, but they stole the show as they bypassed everyone in the mall looking at them. They bypassed a clothing store, and then turned to the left to the food court, where they approached a dark-skinned man in a long dark trench coat and a pair of shades, looking through his tablet. He noticed them and looked up. They all surrounded him in a cross-like formation.

The man kept a calm demeanor when he asked, “What’s going on?”

“It’s time, Goddess Mirana awaits,” said the woman dressed in the short black leather skirt, with leather boots that extended up her thighs. “She awaits for your arrival.”

“Do I have to?” The man lowered his pair of sunglasses, glaring at them.

“You can always come in peacefully, or we could make a scene.”

“You’re already making a scene, especially with what you four are wearing.”

She smiled candidly. “It’s Halloween, remember? But Goddess Mirana awaits for your arrival.”

The man got up and tucked his tablet in his trench coat. “What does Goddess Mirana have for me, trick or treat?”

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Friday, October 20, 2017

Erotic Poem - 10/20/2017: The Lesson

Happy Friday.

It's time for another segment of erotic musings. 

This poem I wanted to make it dark and cryptic, and erotic in a way. 

This picture was muse to share.

I am before you, awaiting for your instructions.
You stand with such prominence
Such discipline
You have me want to know what's going on
How you keep me guessing
Yet so excited to learn
The way you handle it is such a lesson I'm willing to learn.
You open me into new lengths
New promises
I am about to learn a new lesson
Something new for my body
Something new for my mind
You're taking me to a journey
A journey that will have me questioning the meaning of your visit.
Who are you?
What have you done to me?
Yesterday, I was living one way
Today, I'm learning a new way
What will I gain from this?
What will you benefit from me?
Is it joy or pain, or is it both?
What will this lesson teach me?
My instincts tell me to trust you
But the fear speaks somewhere in the audience
I will benefit from this
But today, I'm learning a lesson.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Erotic Poem - 10/11/2017: Go Deeper

Here's another erotic poem to share.

Go Deeper and deeper...
Drain your love into her
Silence her need with enjoyment
Fill her body with excitement

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Erotic Poem - 09/20/2017: Hump Day Poem

Happy Hump Day.

Here is a poem to get your day going.


Go deeper
Deeper inside
Fill me with the passion
Give me all your energy
Your desires
Your lust
Make my body burn with need
Unleash your godly strength
I will unleash mine
Then calm my body with your essence
Make me purr from your excitement

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Erotic Poems - 09/19/2017: A Wake Up Call

I'm just on a roll today.

Happy Tuesday.

I'm writing this little piece based off an inspiration of a pic.

We all have dreams, but when you have an erotic dream it doesn't go away so easily

And nothing's more annoying than waking up from a good one.


Monday, September 18, 2017

Erotic Poem - 09/18/2017: The Binds Of Monday

It's Monday. The day where most people start their grind. 

As for me, I'm usually off, unless there is a holiday.

Anyways, here's a poem regarding about the day, in an erotic form.


The day has began
After a weekend of passion
Friday was the day of excitement
Saturday was the ultimate pleasure
Sunday, a day of peace and quiet
But Monday is a day no one wants to face
It’s a day where you’re bound by reality
Bound by responsibilities
To have you wishing you were home
In bed
Re-living the moment of your wonderful weekend
But for now, you’re goal is to survive a full week.
You can make it.
And when the week is over, the binds of Monday will set you free

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Erotic Poem - 09/17/2017: Wishing

Happy Sunday, everyone.

This is an erotic poem I'm writing from a female point of view. 

I writing to describe the brunette standing at the doorway, watching what is going on.


Standing by
Yet Jealous
Wishing It Was Me
Wishing I was there to please
To taste
To Tease
I want to feel dirty… hungry
Let me be the one
Be the one to kiss your extension
Twirl around your rod
Give your body what it needs
I can do what she can’t do
I can do it better
Give me the moment
Where I can please your mind
Sooth your soul with the hot licks and kisses
I want to be the one to give you pleasure
Give you an imagination
A wild one
The kind that will leave you curious
Fucking me with pure need
I want to know how far can I take you
How much can you handle me.
Yes, give it all to me.
And I shall give myself to you.
Until now, I’ll stand by and watch
Wishing you were mine.
But the way your make contact
I know you want me 

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Erotic Poem - 09/16/2017: A Taste For Two

Happy Saturday.

Today, I'm going to write another piece, this one about threesomes

I've written menage stories, and as much as I love writing them, 
I've written a poem regarding about threesomes, but hey, since my mind's sparking I might as well write one.


The moment her curiosity was satisfied
Two of them
Both desiring her
Wanting her
Begging to be fulfilled by her
What was ready to be offered would change her needs
She would no longer crave the satisfaction of one
Her body will yearn for the feeling of two 

Friday, September 15, 2017

Erotic Poem - 09/15/2017: I'm Seduced

It's been about a month since I've been on here.

I hadn't been blogging much, and I should. 

Today, I'm on an erotic poetry kick, and I'm ready to share a piece.

I look in your eyes.
Studying your expression
Your eyes tell me everything
The signals you give me
What you want me to do
What you want to do
The way your body is exposed to me
I want to worship you and cherish everything
What you’re doing to yourself
I’m already tantalized. 

Friday, August 18, 2017

Book Two, Chateau Plaisir Project Has Started

Today, I had finally revised the first two chapters of Chateau Plaisir, Book Two to The Chronicles of Meriesa Lopez. In this story, I will go more in depth with Meriesa and her best friends, where she is experiencing a world of not just pleasure but chaos as well.

Adela Giovanni, Meriesa’s best friend, is now a fashion designer who is launching her clothing line in San Francisco, and while she is making headway with her fashionable designs, she’s lacking discipline in something else – her privacy. She is mixing business with pleasure, and it is up to Meriesa to save her empire from crumbling into the hands of her rival designers.

In this story, I want to go deeper between her and her friends, also go deeper into Meriesa’s feelings for Benicio. She had left Benicio to live her free and promiscuous lifestyle, but how I want to write my character is to live out all her deepest, darkest desires any woman would love to experience, but also live with the pain and regret of letting go of someone she cared for.

So far, I have written the prologue and the first chapter to the story. The first chapter to the story will begin with a steamy sex scene. I really can’t wait to tackle it and share it at my group page. Like the first book, I know I’m really going to have fun with the second one, and I’m hoping to write Book Three at the same time; to tell Benicio’s story after Meriesa left him for California. I feel I should show Benicio’s pain and his tribulations in the story.

That is all for now. Have a good Friday everyone.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Promiscuity & Success, The Chronicles of Meriesa Lopez is Finally Completed.

After two long years – two long years, trying to figure out the voice for the story, I’ve managed to complete, reaching a near 102k words. This story was first written in the summer of 2015. Five years earlier (2012), I began on the story called Chateau Plaisir, but I never got past two chapters in the story, leaving it incomplete until I came across with a prequel idea three years later.

The original story first took place in college, where Meriesa Lopez first befriended Adela Giovanni. They were college roommates, beginning to explore their sexuality, but the original story was missing something. It didn’t go too far, as I tried many different versions to make the story take off, but it all resulted in the same formula – missing something.

The original story was inspired by a porn star I was a fan of, Meriesa Arroyo. She had performed a number of scenes until 2004, where she was forced to retired due to her contraction of HIV on the set. I felt her story needed some sort of re-visitation, except create an HEA (Happily Ever After) story. I found her life as a porn star to be very interesting and unique, and I felt I wanted this porn actress to have a voice in the story. She was my original inspiration to my story. While she left the industry, and disappeared from the scene, which she hasn’t been heard of in a decade, I’m still going to be a fan, and I wanted to create some form of happiness with her character. But despite my efforts in making a good prequel to the story, I couldn’t find the right spark to make it a story I wanted to create. It wasn’t until July of 2016, a year later. I was working on it in November and a bit of December, but I had it on hold to work on my most anticipated project at that time, Allison In Wonderland.

In July of 2016, I was able to re-write the story, giving it a wonderful tale to it, and Meriesa Lopez was suddenly brought back to life. By September of 2016, I found the perfect description in the story, someone that would fit the right look to my character, but sadly she past away in November of 2016, and at the time of her death I was thrown off from writing the story. I felt awkward about writing a story that involved someone’s death, and her death brought a slight psychological affect to me, because she was the most kindest, loving person. Everyone at work loved working with her. I was her boss in late 2014, until my departure, but her death both took me back and inspired me to create the perfect sex symbol in my story; the right reason why I should write a story about her, respectfully, and help her find true happiness. In reality, the person I knew passed away at such a young age of twenty three, and she didn’t have a chance to find true love. Meriesa Lopez in my story is in her late twenties, into her early thirties. I wanted my character to have the chance of finding true love in the story, in a four part series.

Her tragic death was unfortunate, but I felt I wanted to tell her story in a way that was both fun and erotic, without losing the elements of sexual adventure and drama. I wanted this character to find true love, but had to battle her own demons. The character I created was someone who had lived a mundane life as an executive assistant to a boss she hates, and a job she hates. She was in a relationship with a man who was not only boring, but potentially abusive, until she decides to make a change and take charge of what she wanted in her life. It was then when reconnected with an old friend from her high school years, Adela Giovanni, who suggested to live a free and promiscuous lifestyle. When she does, she gets involve with a man who was rarely into the things like she was, Benicio DeSouzer, a junior executive banker, and the two ventured off into a sexual adventure no one would ever understand. While they weren’t yet serious, the two shared the same kink together, as things were looking up and up for her until she lost her job. It was then she had to decide what was more important to her, her need to be free or her need to be loved. Her decisions will lead to Book Two, called Chateau Plaisir. I can’t wait to get into it.

The story was originally at 145k when I completed it in May, but I managed to get it down to 102k, because there were a lot of unnecessary and boring scenes in the story. I felt it needed to be shorten to where I was able to keep the story interesting. This story will have some unbelievable sex scenes that are other than m/f situations, from multiple partners, to m/m, and bondage scenes. Also, there will be a transgendered scene that took me years to get over, because I wanted this story to be uniquely different than others. I wanted to tell a tale, but this story is solely based on fiction.

After two long years working on this story, I’m looking forward to take a short break to regain my mental readiness to work on a few other projects. Right now, it feels good to get something I’ve longed to get done.

There will be a cover reveal on my Facebook Author Group Page, and it will solely be posted there until manuscript is completed and ready for distribution.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Blog Tour: A Thrill Seeking Relationship: Risque Pleasure

Title: Risqué Pleasure
Series: A Thrill Seeking Relationship #2
Author: Ray Sostre
Genre: Adult, Erotic Ménage Romance
Published: June 27, 2017
When Johanne Courier finds about her husband’s infidelity, she decides to take charge of her life. In doing so she has an affair of her own with Jean Dorcel, the fiancé of her husband’s mistress. Johanne and Jean spend a weekend together, where erotic fantasies are fulfilled. After sharing a weekend of indulgence and pleasure, what lies ahead for these betrayed lovers?

Risqué Pleasure Excerpt © Ray Sostre 2017

The two arrived back in Montreal. Johanne was already turned on by Jean’s dirty fantasies, and all the things he wanted to do to her. She loved it. She still couldn’t believe she’d shared an erotic conversation with someone she had just met, and that he’d been willing to fulfill some. Johanne was more than willing to participate in his sexual fantasies; even try a few things she had never done. If there was anything Jean had promised her, it was to give her the excitement the two had been longing for.
When they arrived at her place, Jean parked the car in the garage. She lived in a five-story building just outside of downtown. Once inside, they rode the elevator up to her floor. Johanne lived at the very top. The ride back home had her all hot and bothered; she couldn’t wait to get naked with him. When they arrived at her condo, the two were in each other’s arms.
Johanne kissed him wildly. She felt herself being pinned against the wall, while his hands wandered over her body. His hand then reached over her breasts, and the two exchanged a lustful, demanding kiss that could’ve lasted a lifetime. Johanne was hungry for him, burning with need. She felt herself turning around, and pinning Jean against the wall, and Johanne felt like she was taking charge. She felt her ass being cradled by his touch. The way his tongue moved inside her had her thinking of other places where his tongue could be.
Then she broke away from her kiss and said. “Let’s go to the bedroom. It’s much more comfortable.”
Jean let out a chuckle. “You know, we could do it anywhere.”
New York born, East Coast raised, and West Coast bound.
Writing erotica happened by accident in the summer of 2010.

He lives in Nevada with his long-time girlfriend, is an avid listener of electronica, and has constantly joked: “I’m always looking for writing material.”

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Sunday, July 16, 2017

A Thrill Seeking Relationship, Book One Will Go On Sale in August

I’ll be shooting for a new cover for A Thrill Seeking Relationship, Book One for August.

Since I received the rights of my work, I’m proud that I will be going forward to have it self-published with a new cover. I will not have the work re-edited, since the original editor, Elicia Stoll will be credited upon publishing. She is still a dear friend of mine, and I want her to take credit for the work she’s done.

I’m right now in the midst of re-working on the long novel I’ve been working on since 2015, but Book One to ATSR will go on sale in August, as soon as I have a new cover to my work. Also, in the works, is Book Three to A Thrill Seeking Relationship. I will blog more about it. I'm thankful to someone that is willing to let me use her as a character. It's going to have a little BDSM in the relationship. 

Thursday, July 13, 2017

The Second Response to the Reviewer.

I got a response from the reviewer, and from her response I noticed I struck a nerve. She was really upset that I put her on blast fro her review comments, when she finally gave me constructive criticism on why she felt the book deserve a one-star rating, stating that it was well-written, but it lacked the realism for her. She felt there was too much sex scenes, but most of all she felt this was a personal attack on her.

To the reviewer: You started with the personal attack with your comments, and I have every right to defend it, when you say it’s sexist, it contains rape. What I see in you’re your message on Goodreads is you expect me to shut up and take it, and I have a little news for you. I, along with other authors, can stand up to reviewers like you. If that’s how you want to review people’s work, by damaging them with your words then you have opened the door for the author to counteract on you, even if it upsets you.

I heard you’re an author. You know, one day someone will give you a bad review and say very crude and mean comments. Then you will see what I and plenty talented authors see.

I’m not going to figure you out, because based on your responses in the private message on Goodreads told me about you. You’re young; you have a lot to learn, and you need to get over your narcissism thinking you are right and I’m wrong.

I want to wish you lots of success for you, even if you wish me the opposite, but thank you for pointing out to me what kind of person you really are. Hopefully, you’ll think twice on how to use your words in the future. There are authors that know how to get to reviewers like you. You may call it a personal attack. I call it standing up to people like you.

Oh yeah, one more thing. You're welcome to take down your comment on Goodreads. I can pretend we never had this conversation. ;-)

Good luck.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

My Response To The Reviewer About Allison In Wonderland

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged on here, but today I’m going to talk about a reviewer that gave me a bad review on Goodreads.

Well, to begin, reviewers are all based on opinions, but what I’ve also learned that there are some people that thrive on giving bad reviews, and some that are just plain difficult to please. At least, I’m comfortable to say that this book was purchased, but it wasn’t posted on Amazon, nor Barnes & Noble or Kobo; surprisingly not on Smashwords either. However, this reviewer left a one-star
review on Goodreads that immediately stunned me.

The sex/rape was well-written but it was the most sexist and stereotypical book I've ever read. Nearly every character was the same. If you just want pure smut, I recommend it. If you are looking for something more than "tits" and "cocks" on nearly every page, though, I highly recommend something else.

I won’t disclose her name, but you can find the one-star review on Goodreads. She stated that the erotic tale, Allison In Wonderland, was a rape/sex story. To begin, all scenes have consensual content. There was a scene in the story I did worry, where the Red Queen in Chapter Ten had sex with a man against his will, but it was very short-lived. My intention is not to promote rape. I abhor those kind of people, and people who write about rape fantasies; in addition to people who like writing dubious content. The sex scene was already in progress, where the Red Queen was draining his life, as the man in the story pleaded. A little trivia there: I did question the segment I wrote, but I knew in my heart my intention was not to condone rape.

I can explain in my story, and tell it vividly without looking through. I’m the author, and I should know my work. The character I created, Lord Knave, is an evil character. He is the Red Queen’s right-hand man. One thing crossed my mind, in Chapter Nine, where I didn’t want to continue a scene where I believe it could lead to something dubious.

I’ll explain the scene: In Chapter Nine, Jessica, the White Rabbit, was captured and taken down to the dungeon, where she was tied and bound among two other women. Lord Knave had intentions of killing Jessica and the women through his sexual activity, because he inhibited the power of the Incubus. Jessica, even though she was defeated and ready to meet her fate, told Lord Knave to do whatever he wanted to her, but Lord Knave spared her to take the other women next to her. I designed Lord Knave to be a maniacal man; very sadistic. When he chose his next victim, I did not explicit sexual acts, since I knew where this went. In fact, I used the point of view on Jessica, where she closed her eyes, thus giving me the opportunity to close out the scene. The victims that were tied in the story said no, but I never went on describing the sexual acts. I just ended the scene to move on to the next scene.

Rape is a serious thing; not to be looked at lightly. I’ve looked down on authors who used rape fantasies in their stories. When I ran my site, AfterDark Online, I didn’t allow story that contained rape. The word ‘no means no’. I ask other readers to see for themselves where I was going in the story. I needed to be very creative, and this was the first time I ever wrote a story that wasn’t contemporary. I was writing an adult twist to Alice In Wonderland, and I wanted to create a something different than what other authors had created. I wanted to create something of my own, and entertain the reader. My intention of the story was to give to one die-hard fan a real good story of Allison In Wonderland, and share my work to others, entertain and arouse them. Unfortunately, I can’t please everyone as an author.

To the reviewer: If you hate sex scenes in the story then why do you read erotica? I will question to you why, but you are free to do whatever you choose. I remembered when you said that I wrote too many sex scenes in the story, where you did say the story was well-written, but failed to mention I wrote a plot. I will explain to my readers, that is what I like to write. I will not apologize for writing Allison In Wonderland.

I guess you’ve never read any of my other books, which they’re all consensual, and yes, contains lots of sex scenes, but the purpose are for the female readers. I’m a male author who’s been writing erotic romance for over seven years, and what got me into it was from a male author who wrote a sex story in 2010 with no plot, using derogatory languages. I didn’t want to be that author. I wanted to be an author that wrote sensuality, romance, and heavy eroticism. I don’t aim for realism, because there are too many authors that do that, and I feel the world is filled with lots of realism already; people want to escape and that’s what I give them. I write erotica for my fans – the fans I established over the years. I have a small fan base, and yeah, I’m not a best-selling author, but I can live with that. I appreciate readers that love my work and the faithful fans after that. I’m not a typical male author who just writes porn-no-plot. I’m sorry that you didn’t find Allison In Wonderland entertaining, but I’m not sorry that I wrote it. I’m proud of how far it has gone, and I’m grateful of the good reviews I received from others besides you. I’m also happy to hear it’s more popular than any of the other books I’ve written, and they were read by female readers.

What I write? You may say smut. I can live with that. I love sex. I enjoy it too, and I also love romance, and I write about it. I’m a happily married man to a beautiful woman for over twelve years. What does she think of my writing? She’s the most supportive person ever. She’s even proud of me that I’m publishing books, and even maintaining the love and passion for what I do. I even ask her for advice, and yeah, even though she doesn’t read my work she has a dirty mind, but reading erotic books isn’t her forte, and that’s just a personal preference. And she is very encouraging for me to make something for myself.

By the way, while I’m on the subject that I write sex, I not only write scenes that involves a man and a woman having sex in nearly every chapter, but I write gay sex scenes, bisexual sex scenes, transgendered sex scenes, I also write BDSM, and I love writing ménage scenes. I’m a man that writes from the heart, and also writes for my fans. It’s okay for you to assume things about me, and tell others not to read my work. I can tolerate people that make assumptions about me. All I want to say to a reviewer like you is… thank you. Thank you for your disapproval. I can live with that.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

My Writer's Mission Statement

I know. It's odd, maybe a bit too cliché. But yes, I came across with my own mission statement, partly because of the recent events over one year, and I felt I have a responsibility to help ease the pain with a sense of fantasy.

I’ve witnessed a lot of hate over the news; too much hate that I’m sure people are getting tired. Also to add, I deal with the constant shit in my day job as a blackjack dealer. Do I love my job? Fuck no! I hate it with a passion, because I deal to a bunch of drunk, whiny people; sometimes boring and annoying too. Should I quit? No. I live in a town where there aren’t any opportunities, and working for the casino is sole provider in this town. I hate my job, but I don’t hate my life. I have something to look forward to – writing erotica. So when people at my tables ask me that if I love my job, I will never tell them ‘no’, because they’re never going to solve my problem, number one, and being in the alcoholic state that they’re in they would think I’m a hateful person, which I’m not, but I wouldn’t waste my breath with them. I just tell them ‘it’s been good to me’ (To add, I’m not the only one that feels that way).

I look forward to write erotica. I daydream about it, about the scenes I want to include in my stories to help my readers escape from the realism in the world. Realism. That is a word that should never be used by any author. If you write fiction, then you shouldn’t aim for realism. I’m just saying. Don’t need to hear your melodrama excuse about why you feel you need the story to feel real; there’s a method to your madness, I’m sure. I just don’t agree with the realism when I interact with authors that write fiction. The way I see the world is usually a place filled with mundane and boring situations, filled with two many people that are after for one thing – happiness. You can aim for happiness, but only a few I’ve known have met every moment of happiness. That’s just life, but what I prefer to do is write about fantasies, help you escape into a world of desire – your deepest, darkest desires.

I write erotica, because it’s therapeutic for me. I like sex. A lot. I also learned that I’m not alone. The kind of readers I noticed out there, which they’re mostly women, shares the same deepest, darkest passion for the stuff I write. I’m honored to be able to write for those readers. I also thank you for the compliments. For the last seven years, it’s given me a whole lot of purpose to write the kind of erotica I want to write, combine three known erotic elements into a story, ménage, lgbt, and bdsm, making it a series, and give it the romantic flare I’ve longed for. I also want to arouse my readers enough to where they want to read more. The real world can be a tragic place, but the world I want to write should help you escape, kind of like getting high off reading a good sex story.

I don’t think I’m a great writer. There are hundreds of authors that are just as good as me, and some even better. I just love to write erotica. What I want to be is different than the rest of the other authors. I want my readers to escape into a world where they wish it was them experiencing it. I want to touch boundaries that had never been touch, but most importantly write about love in the story. It’s hard to write an erotic story without a purpose; nothing matters without love.

So to end, I have a mission statement – a personal one: To provide every reader a chance to escape into a world of fantasy filled with arousal and romance.

There, I said it. I’m happy to come up with a mission statement. The world is filled with lots of trouble, but writing about world we want to escape in shouldn’t be. Everyone has a fantasy – everyone. What we hope in reality is to make it a beautiful place in the world, but for now a good erotic book is what I can provide for you, and I won’t stop.

I’ve had the privilege to interact with a number of my fans on my Facebook Fan Group Page, AfterDark Moments with Ray Sostre. I want to give thanks to them, for giving me a purpose to write something special for you. In a world of hate and sometimes despair, I want to give you a world of love and lust, in a book of course. 

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Rights to A Thrill Seeking Relationship, Book One Has Been Returned To Me

I finally got news from my publisher Bitten Press that the rights to the first book, A Thrill Seeking Relationship, have been returned to me. I’m really excited about it, because I could really leverage what I could sell finally. It was the inspiration that I write in the summer of 2014, and what led me to publish such a hot story. I can wait to get it started, and hopping for the re-release of the book. I’m looking forward to re-release it this summer, as soon as I can get a new cover. The edits to the story will remain the same, being that the editor of the story was Elicia Stoll, and I really appreciate her work. She was one of the best editors I was glad to work with.

Another book that was returned to me was Love Type Situation. This book was an erotic romance I wrote in 2015, and it was published over the summer. This book will also be re-released sometime in 2017 and 2018, with a new cover, and independently owned by me. It’s a great excitement that would best help me.

However, I do want to thank Bitten Press for giving me the opportunity. Although, I felt being an independent publisher would best suit me, since I wanted to have the rights of what I do. I also like it better, but I’m grateful of Bitten to give me a chance.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

A Thrill Seeking Relationship - Risque Pleasure is LIVE

Title: Risqué Pleasure
Author: Ray Sostre
Series: A Thrill Seeking Relationship, Book 2
Release Date: June 27, 2017
Genre: Erotic Romance, Ménage 


When Johanne Courier finds about her husband’s infidelity, she decides to take charge of her life. In doing so she has an affair of her own with Jean Dorcel, the fiancé of her husband’s mistress. Johanne and Jean spend a weekend together, where erotic fantasies are fulfilled. After sharing a weekend of indulgence and pleasure, what lies ahead for these betrayed lovers?



Friday, June 2, 2017

Flash Fiction Friday - 06/02/2017: Forever On The Run

Happy Friday.

It's time for another Flash Fiction Friday in 100 words.

Today, I wanted to come up with something fun and adventurous, about two people who end up falling in love after they uncover a billionaire's dark secret. 

In a way, this story has given me some ideas to create a very erotic novella.

I haven't decided, but I took a little time writing this 100 word snippet.

Anyways, enjoy!

They did it. Chelsea and Raphael had brought down a corrupt billionaire, but what they did they may never return back to the United States. They created a lot of enemies that had ties to the billionaire. They managed to expose documents that he was trading US secrets to the Russian mob, and he was too protected until they uncovered his actions. What they did will have them on the run for the rest of their lives, but for now Chelsea and Raphael will celebrate their time naked in the water, off the shore of Brazil, making love under the sunset.

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Thursday, June 1, 2017

A Thrill Seeking Relationship: Risque Pleasure Will Have Release Date

Hey everyone. It’s June, and I can’t believe how fast the month of May has flashed by. Anyways, while I’m waiting on the edits, which were for my upcoming manuscript, I’ve been working on cleaning up Promiscuity & Success – The Chronicles of Meriesa Lopez Series. It’s over 400 pages, and I want this novel to be a very huge success. However, I spoke with my editor, and she told me that being the story is only 22k words it shouldn’t take her long, but she was backlogged due to other manuscripts she had to edit. However, she should be able to finish it in a short period of time, and I’m happy to announce the release date of the story – June 27th.

I was hoping to have it done by late May and have it out by early June, but I understand not everything will work out as planned, and I need to make sure I give my editors some leeway, because unexpected moments happen.

What I’m more excited about receiving the edits is that I’ll be able to create a series after my first one. I will not make a continuation from the first installment I released two years ago. What I’ll be doing instead is make as many books, with different ménage scenes. This will be the first book I’ll write that doesn’t involve a MFM, and I so much had fun writing this story that I can’t wait to write another installment to the series, making it more fun, adventurous, and definitely erotic. I have about a few more in my mind, and a number of stories I’m working on at the same time. Most importantly, I need to pace myself in doing so.

The release date is going to be June 27, and yes, I will have it out on paperback. It will be available once I have everything finalized, and I hope to have the paperback out by July, hopefully shortly after the release of Risqué Pleasure.

Until next time. 

Friday, May 26, 2017

Flash Fiction Friday - 05/26/2017: Shut Up and Kiss Me

Happy Friday.

It's close to Memorial Weekend. 

Time for me to present a flash in 100 words.


“It’s going to be just you and me. We’re going to make love until the sun come up, and until we’re too tired to make love for the day. I want to be with you; hold you and kiss you. You are mine… all mine.” Dale nibbled at the side of her ear and then kissed her temple. He placed his hand over Melina’s lap. In response, she laid kisses over his pecs, as he continued, “You are mine… do you understand?”

Melina let out a giggle when she looked up at Dale. “Dale, shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

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Monday, May 22, 2017

Update About Me and Other Things

Hey everyone. Sorry I haven’t been blogging, as I’m so busy writing and cleaning up a story I’m dying to published, Promiscuity & Success. The first installment to The Chronicles of Meriesa Lopez. I had completed the story a couple of weeks ago, and this was the longest novel I’ve ever written in 140k words. Right now, I’m cleaning up the story. I hate having to be a perfectionist here, but I want the story to have a good flow, being that it is very long. I’m about halfway through the story, as I change and delete scenes that aren’t either necessary or needed to be revised. It took me two years to find a prequel, but I realized the prequel would be a long-ass novel that I truly enjoy. It’s a story I fell in love with writing since.

The story about Meriesa Lopez is a chronological timeline, reflecting her secret past, her present situation where she is torn between a job she hates, a boring life, and a possible chance at falling in love with the right guy, but something else lures her away from falling in love; something so tempting she couldn’t resist – a chance to live out all her fantasies with an old friend from prep school, Adela Giovanni.

The story I’m cleaning up will be the most different from all the other stories I’ve written, because I’m tapping into scenes that I never thought I would combine one day, but I want it to be one of the best stories I’ve ever written. My only hopes is that others would be interested and intrigued at what I wrote.

This past Monday, I was hosting a takeover at Shaan Renae’s 1K Likes Celebration, and this must’ve came with a stroke of luck, because an author was supposed to takeover, but it ended up being a no-call, no-show. It’s not her fault. I offered to host a 90 minute takeover. 60 minutes for me, and 30 minutes to the late Kathleen Grieve, a good friend of mine on in the romance industry. She dedicated her entire life helping others, and she was on the verge of coming back releasing her books. She was recently dubbed ‘USA’s Bestselling Author in the beginning of the month, but on May 11th she passed away unexpectedly.

I wanted to host a tribute to her, because she meant a lot to many. I really didn’t have much to give, but I felt in my heart I had to. I didn’t want her to go without being recognize for who she was, and if I can help her legacy as an author I’ll do what I can to help. She had recently signed with a publisher Naughty Nights Press, and from what I heard from the owner of the publishing company, Gina Kincade, she’s working on keeping her legacy alive, and I want to help any way I can.

I never met her, but I enjoy chit-chatting with her. She was helpful giving me some ideas about certain characters in my story that work in a medical profession. Her style of work was romance in the medical field. I remembered when she told me that what inspired her to write medical romance was all the medical shows on TV, where some things didn’t seem believable, and she was turned off by it to where she began writing her twists to it.

Upon her last release, she worked tirelessly to promote Prowlers & Growlers, an anthology that featured her book, Chicks Dig Scars – a paranormal medical romance. I haven’t read it, and I want to take the time to read it when I can. I want to give her a rating, and I have a feeling it would be good.

I’ll miss her, especially when my Yankees play against her Diamondbacks. I’ll also miss talking smack when it comes to her Cardinals against my 49ers on the field. Rest in peace, dear friend. Things won’t be the same without you. 

Friday, May 19, 2017

Flash Fiction Friday - 05/19/2017: Settling A Truce

Hey everyone. Here is another flash for Friday.

Something different. 


Heather was able to end the feud between Damien and David. David stood in front of her, leaning his face closer to kiss her, while Damien placed his hands over her body, sliding her red lingerie above her waist exposing her nakedness below them. Both men were naked and wanting her. Her purpose for tonight was to settle a truce between two dimensions; a world no one on earth, other than her, could see. She was the offering between an angel from heaven and a demon from hell. Only she could prevent an apocalypse from unfolding into her world by mating with them.

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Friday, May 12, 2017

Flash Fiction Friday - Carly and Melina's Company

Happy Friday. 

I just love writing menage scenes, no matter how challenging and how many people are involved in the scene, whether if it's MFM, FFM, MMFM, MMF, even FFFM.

However, one of my favorite threesome scenes I love to write is FFM, and I want to give you a snippet in 100 words.


Such a wild time Adam was having with Carly and Melina, his ex-girlfriend’s best friends. Some friends they were. Then again, when his ex-girlfriend, Dana dumped him for some guy that lived out in the U.K., Carly and Melina took the opportunity to help him forget about her. Adam was such a good guy that they decided to hang out at his place and cheer him up. It wasn’t long before the three ended up in his bedroom, half-naked, ready to get in with him. They were impressed that he was such a great kisser, and even more.

“Tonight, we’re going to make you forget about her.” Carly said.

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Thursday, May 11, 2017

RIP - Kathleen Grieve. Gone But Never Forgotten.

I found out earlier today that a fellow author, Kathleen Grieve has passed away.

She was awfully young, leaving behind a husband, I believe two daughters, and grandchildren. 

She had not only left behind her family, but she left behind a family from the romance industry.

She served a great importance to us.

It's been a pleasure and an honor to be friends with someone who was as cool as her, and while I never had the chance to meet her (I wish I did), I'm glad to interact with a hell of person.

I'm going to miss you, cool friend.

A long time ago, five years ago, when I was running AfterDark Online, I received a story from her, to honor HIV/AIDS awareness and promoting safe sex.

She came across with a story that really had me hooked, and it received some high responses.

The story she submitted, and I will share on my blog was Decadent Medicine.

Please, take a moment to read her story, and you're welcome to comment, but this story she submitted, I guarantee you'll like.

Description: Senior Clinical Manager of Perioperative Services, Meagan Cleary is finally free after being trapped in a hellish marriage for ten years. To celebrate, her friend takes her to The PussyCat Club where she encounters Dr. James D'Angelo. Determined to be the woman she was meant to be she allows their dance encounter to turn into every woman's fantasy.

Maroon 5’s latest hit, Moves Like Jagger poured, from the speakers of The PussyCat Lounge.  A telltale pulse could be felt through the walls and polished floor.  Oblivious to her surroundings, Senior Clinical Manager of Perioperative Services, Meagan Cleary placed the piece of paper that signified an end to an era on the bar’s glistening oak.  She smoothed the corners, taking in the news.  Words like “dissolution of marriage” blurred on the page as tears filled her eyes.  She expelled a harsh breath.  Joy and jubilation pervaded her every pore.

She was free.  Free of the asshole that had made her life a living hell for the last ten years.  The cinder block of misery and dissatisfaction that had weighed her down lifted.  A smile curved her lips.  A celebration had been in order.  What were the words of that old John Lennon song?  “…Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans…”

“Well, not anymore,” she muttered.  She grasped her Dirty Pussy Martini—-a club specialty--and swilled the contents in one harsh swallow.  Her eyes watered more from the alcohol than her turbulent emotions and a tremor skittered up her shoulders.  She signaled the bartender.  “Hit me again.”

“Easy, girl,” her friend Charlene said, sliding onto the empty bar stool beside her.  “I didn’t drag you here to get drunk in the first thirty minutes.  You’re supposed to party and enjoy yourself.”

Meagan glanced from the papers in front of her to Charlene.  Tears of happiness spilled onto her cheeks.  “I wasted ten years.  Ten years of my life on him and for what?  For him to do what he did to me?”  Bitterness welled up in her throat. 

“Hey,” Charlene said.  “What’s wrong?”  Her gaze landed to the divorce papers.  “Oh. No. You. Don’t! This is a celebration of your freedom.  Not a pity party.  It’s time you had some fun.” She snatched the decree from Meagan’s unsuspecting grasp and stuffed it into her handbag.  “You get this back tomorrow.” 

“Charlene…” Meagan sniffed. 

“I mean it, Meagan.”  She held out a cocktail napkin.  “Wipe those tears.” Nelly Furtado’s Maneater enlivened the dance floor. “Love this song,” Charlene said.  “Let’s dance!”

Charlene was right.  No more sadness.  No more pain. 

Today is the first day of the rest of my life…

Meagan squared her shoulders and followed Charlene onto the crowded dance floor.  The staccato beat flowed over her and she allowed the music to pulse through her blood. Buoyed from her two glasses of liquid courage, she swayed, gyrating her hips and loving the feel of the silky material of her skimpy black cocktail dress Charlotte convinced her to wear as it swirled around her bare thighs.  She felt sexy and her confidence boosted a few notches. 

Meagan shook her head side to side, allowing her long blonde curls slap her in the face.  Jubilation bubbled and she laughed in a carefree moment she hadn’t appreciated in years.  Spinning around on four-inch stilettos, she stumbled.  In that barest of seconds with her eyes squeezed shut, all mirth died as she visualized crashing to the dance floor humiliated and embarrassed. 

Strong arms enveloped her and turned her ungracious fall into an elegant dip.  Meagan opened her tightly closed lids and gazed into the depth of familiar deep blue eyes. 

“Fancy catching up with you here, Meagan.  I didn’t think you were the PussyCat sort,” Doctor James D’Angelo teased. 

He straightened, smoothly completing the dance step, keeping her within the heated circle of his arms.  Taut, well muscled chest and powerful thighs pressed flush against her feminine curves; she lifted her chin to stare into his too handsome face.  Prominent dark brows covered mesmerizing blue eyes. Chiseled square jaw with a mere hint of stubble and a chin with the slight cleft that always made her mentally sigh when she saw him. 

He was God damn sexy and she wasn’t ashamed to admit she knew every square inch of that face by heart.  His was a face that had haunted her wet dreams at night, where she’d awaken restless and needy right before his perfect cock would enter her slick pussy and provide her the kind of sexual release she craved.  

The deep musky scent of him filled her nostrils.  Meagan’s stomach quivered and she swallowed, unable to believe her secret crush held her so intimately.

“Ah…Umm… Dr. D’Angelo,” she stuttered and cringed.  She sounded like the bumbling idiot he probably thought her to be. 

“I told you to call me James a while ago, Meagan,” he corrected.

“J-James, it’s my first time here.”  God, how lame was that admission?  She just wanted to start the entire conversation over—let him know she was cool and sophisticated.  Not some dowdy middle aged woman who never frequented night clubs.  Even if it was her first time.

“A PussyCat Virgin?  My, my.  It’s my lucky night,” he said with a seductive purr.

His voice rumbled near her ear as he’d leaned down to speak.  His moist, hot breath fanned the delicate shell of her ear and her knees weakened.  Damn he was sexy! Meagan thought this was more her lucky night rather than his.  She rested her palms on his broad shoulders, staying within his light grasp, allowing him to set a slow, seductive pace, despite the fast tempo of the music.

“Want to do something a little bit… decadent, Meagan?” he whispered to her, voice full of promise.

Meagan stared into those blue eyes, mesmerized.  That was a rhetorical question if she’d ever heard one.  But part of her held back.  Her more sensible side the one she wanted to tell to shut the fuck up right now side…  “I bet you do decadence with all the girls, Dr…ah I mean, James.”

He frowned.  “Actually, no.”  That deadly smile was back.  “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

Her heart hitched.  Almost afraid of what he was about to say, her breath caught, the internal pressure built.  Meagan nodded, unable to speak.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” he confessed, expression serious.  “Hospital rumor mill has it you’ve been going through a tough divorce situation.  I’ve stayed clear, but now that you’re here, and in my arms…” he shrugged.

Meagan gasped, unable to believe what she heard.  She searched his face.  Honesty stared back at her. 

He chuckled.  “You seem surprised.”

Meagan blinked.  Was he drunk?  Once at a Christmas party a couple of years ago he’d flirted with her, but when she’d told him she was married he’d never given her that kind of attention again.  Now here she was standing intimately with him in a crowd full of people.

And you’re free, remember?  Free to indulge in the luxury of a light flirtation… or more…  Would James want more with her?  The question burned on the tip of her tongue.  She was dying to know the answer.

James’ hand moved from her hip, sliding slowly to cup her ass and molded her body against his.  The hardness of his cock pressed into her core.  He squeezed.  Her already damp panties were near drenched.  Meagan bit back a moan.  Her more sensible side be damned.  She was ready.  She didn’t care if this was the only chance she’d ever get.  She wanted the decadence he offered.

Emboldened by the promise of pure pleasure burning in his eyes, her hand cupped the back of his neck and she leaned in pressing her heavy tight-budded breasts against his chest.  She licked his top lip ever so slowly and nipped at his bottom lip playfully.  “I’m in need of a dose of decadence,” she said against his mouth.  “What do you have in mind, doctor?”

“Follow me,” he rasped. 

Taking her hand in his, he led her off the dance floor to a secluded table in a darkened corner of the club.  He pulled out a chair and sat, legs spread slightly apart.  Meagan stood before him.  She gazed down at James wondering what he had in mind.  She didn’t have long to wait to find out.  Rough palms on her bare thighs, he slowly slid his hands up under her skirt and ripped her lace panties off.  He palmed her bare pussy and she heard his sharp intake of breath at his discovery.  Her desire ratcheted up a few notches with the knowledge that he was as excited as she. 

A bit self-conscious despite the privacy the darkened corner had to offer, she glanced around the club to see if anyone paid them any attention.  Then all thoughts fled as first one finger then two slipped inside her hot, needy slick folds.  A mixture of heat and a fierceness she’d never seen before appeared on his face.  If she’d had any doubt of the sincerity of his lust, that one single look erased it. 

Pleasure burst through her core, so intense she hissed through her teeth.  She placed her hands on his shoulders for support and opened her legs wider, allowing him more access.  Just then, the music changed.  Nickelback’s S.E.X. exploded through the speakers.  James’ fingers moved in time with the rough beat while his teeth grasped the edge of the silky fabric of her dress and pulled down the material enough to expose one stiff nipple.  She’d never been so happy about wearing a strapless dress in her life.  His mouth captured her stiff peak and he sucked the sensitized flesh, tongue savoring her in a way Meagan had never experienced before. 

With his free hand, James undid his pants.  His hard cock sprang free.  She grasped the hard length and swirled the bead of pre-cum that was on the head with the tip of her finger.  God, she was full of surprises.  That this classy, professional beautiful woman would allow James to touch her like this excited him beyond anything he had ever imagined.  He loved the feel of her hands on him. 

He still worked her pussy with the one hand, but managed to grab a condom from his back pocket.  When he’d heard Meagan would be here tonight, he’d made sure to stash a couple.  Never knew when he could get lucky and man did he just hit the jackpot!  She grasped the foil packet from his hand, ripped the rubber free, and slowly sheathed his cock.  With a rough groan and all the restraint he could muster, he gently guided her onto his lap impaling his stiff erection into her moist heat and softness.  Guiding her hips, he moved her up and down along his shaft.  “Christ, you feel so fucking good.”  Better than he had imagined so many times. 

He trailed kisses up along her neck to her lips and captured her moan with his mouth.  She tasted of amaretto, banana and vodka along with her own unique flavor.  One he was sure to become addicted to. Lingering on her mouth, he explored what he’d yearned for. 

For so long, Meagan had been out of his reach, untouchable.  She’d been the object of his fantasies for what seemed like an eternity.  Tonight, her wild blond curls tumbled over her bare shoulders and down her back instead of the loose ponytail she always wore at work. Her deep brown eyes were full of a craving that matched his own.  Tonight… ahh… tonight the object of his longing was his.  Mine… all mine… The thought nearly drove him crazy.  He buried his cock deeper and was rewarded with her sweet gasp of pure delight.

The knowledge that they were in a public place disappeared in the wake of her complete surrender.  James could focus on nothing but Meagan.  Not even the throbbing beat of the music could yank his concentration.

“James,” she whispered huskily near his ear, licking and nibbling exploring his heated flesh by unbuttoning the polo shirt he wore. 

Suddenly her hands, lips and tongue were everywhere.  His gut clenched as desire balled in his gut.  “Baby, you keep that up and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…”

His own need to discover took over and he yanked down the rest of her dress and palmed her magnificent tits.  She made little mewling sounds that encouraged him further.  He squeezed and flicked his tongue over a taut nipple.  A tremor tore through as she quickened the tempo, riding his cock with an abandon he’d only imagined possible.  He nipped the tight bud with his teeth, then sucked hard and another quiver wracked her body.  She was on the edge. He could feel it.

He tore his mouth away from her breast.  “That’s it, baby.  Come for me.  Come hard,” he commanded, feeling like a fucking king for finally being able to bury himself deep inside of her.

Her entire body trembled and then she stiffened and nearly screamed for all to hear but his lips captured hers just in time.  The tiny aftershocks that wracked her wet pussy pushed him over the edge and a guttural groan escaped him as he emptied himself.  He buried his face in the intoxicating scent emanating from the curve of her neck.  For several minutes neither of them moved as they panted in each other’s arms, catching their breath. 

Meagan sat back a bit and pulled up the front of her dress, covering those delicious peaks from his view.  A blush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks.  “I… umm…”  She pushed back an unruly curl from her face and tucked the errant strand behind her ear.

“No,” James said firmly.  “You don’t get to do that.”

She frowned.  “Do what?” she asked.

“Regret what just happened between us,” he answered.  “We’re both professional adults.  Smart.  Successful.  And lucky to have found a bit of bliss in our otherwise workaholic lives.  Just think of it as…” he pursed his lips together in thought then his face brightened and he smiled.  “Just think of it as a little bit of decadent medicine.  A dose of something healthy that we both needed.”

A sexy smile curved her lips.  “Decadent medicine, huh?”  Meagan wound her arms around his neck and snuggled closer.  “I think one or two more doses may be just what the doctor ordered.”