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Wisteria Robe: Short Story from "Wisteria Moon"
Wisteria Robe
He went to the altar, laid his hand upon the stone and closed his eyes, calling the Wisteria Witch….
He watched the group of men and women gathered around the stone altar and breathed in the singing air of anticipation of what was to come.
The blanket of night and fog billowed around them like a mystic covering from the outside world.
The mist-formed shapes left impressions of embracing lovers. The ebony sky glimmered with an aura of power and waited for her presence.
The legend of the Wisteria Witch and her robe ceremony was deeply embedded in her homeland.
The tale of the sexual ritual of a witch, a high priestess with profound powers, was whispered among the natives in equal parts of fear and awe.
Few truly witnessed the sacred ceremony.
The ones that did witness kept its secrets.
The whispered chants of her name floated in the air. The goddess they all sought and feared. She was pure, raw sexuality manifested.
The willow and rowan swayed softly in unison with their partner zephyr. Leaf, branch, and wind merged under the moon performing nature’s own sexual rite.
He was uncertain of what to expect within the folds of the wisteria robe ceremony. He only knew that he was meant to be here. He felt the calling; the pull that tonight would alter his life and he welcomed the change.
He stood with pride and confidence under the soft velvet folds of the wisteria robe. The material stimulated your naked flesh; tiny life-like sparks caressed you everywhere at once, molding to your frame, worshipping you.
Naked glimpses of bodies teased the senses everywhere you looked. Hard nipples of women pushed enticingly against the caressing robes. Secret shadows and soft moans were hints of urgent passion flaring.
The hoods of the robes covered the guests’ faces adding to the aura of secrecy and sensual mystery unlike any other.
He was part of the semicircle around the back of the altar, yet felt apart. Tonight he would be the chosen one to touch her. He knew it because he felt the call and waited.
The mist flared higher, changing their frantic pose, colors mixed with the transparent miasma.
She was close. Her presence was felt before her form appeared. Currents of sweetness bred. His body tingled with sensation as the robe altered from light touches to excited petting motions, opening the full breadth and beauty of the sensual.
His body eased with joyful sensation, letting the robe and his surroundings touch him in ecstasy. From his inner core, an inside flame ignited to an overwhelming energy of linked spiritual lust.
Each body became combined to one. A current of pure lust, massage of heat, a force, as desire and passion expanded from the inside to the outside covering of flesh. Power. Raw hunger of each thought, each caress, each sensation of the group now one.
Cardinal desire fused heightened feelings of need until they no longer were a mass but one sensation of savage sexual essence.
Soft blue flickers of breath formed a ring of fire around her ankles. Worshipping, feeding.
Her gown was transparent, violet threads of glimmered nothing, touching her curves like a waterfall of desire. The garment split down the front of her being, drawing your attention to each secret tease of her body.
Her hair flowed loose, tickling the back of her neck and shoulders. The soft blue flames of luminous light flowed as she walked. Each step of pure blue flame floated around her, disappearing only to reappear again as each step glided closer to the altar and the gathered pagans that had come.
This night.
The night of the wisteria robe.
This witch.
The night of the wisteria witch.
No one moved as the ring of blue circled behind his or her body. No one moved, as the flames grew higher, alive. The flame ring crackled with vitality, forming a complete circle around them.
He thought about the flame and that there was no heat.
She turned to him with a tiny wisp of a smile. Her voiceless words echoed softly in his mind. “No heat?”
His body instantly withered with intense desire, need, and cravings of sexual release. “No earthly heat,” he corrected instantly and her smile widened before reducing the erotic torture.
Pausing at the stone altar she slowly slid her fingers under the violet strands of her gown. Instantly, hands of creatures not seen before, were there to remove the garment. He watched the small creatures, her slaves, with fascinated interest.
Small, almost troll-like beings swarmed her. Here, gone instantly. Conjured images.
Hundreds burst into the circle surrounding her naked form, fingers caressing and pulling at her body. She pet them with tenderness as one would a beloved dog or cat.
One was braver, or the leader. He placed his hand on her smooth mound. His finger rammed inside her folds. Her head snapped back. The wind carried the scream of her moan to every watching pagan. The jolt of sensation she was feeling quivered in each of them.
Moans filled the air, echoing her gasps. Her body twisted in shared ecstasy.
He stood transfixed as he watched the creatures touch her. He felt his skin tingle, indents of invisible fingers moved along his burning body. Every touch, every burning caress upon her flesh was transcended onto each of the worshippers.
Standing within the ring of fire he watched as the creatures lifted her reverently unto the altar. She waved her fingers to them and smiled.
Each creature went to the guests, removing the robes. Her commands rolled silently, a melody of desire calling to her pets. She spoke to them as to whom she would be choosing this night.
The chant of “me” rang out. Silent pleads in their minds. Linked thoughts.
“Me. Let the wisteria witch choose me.”
Each had a deep-rooted appetite to be the one. “Me.” The voices grew louder, more urgent and he heard his own voice mingled with the others. “Me,” he begged, “Please me.”
The creature came closer to him and he smiled. Yes. Yes.
The imp looked up and smiled back only to take the hand of the female next to him. A shudder went through the crowd, equal parts disappointment at not being the chosen one mixed with excitement.
They all knew that with each sensation that the wisteria witch felt, they too would feel. Each touch, each soft gasp would vibrate to their very core and burn inside their flesh.
He watched as the eager chosen one ran to the altar to worship the witch lying there. He watched and felt the chosen one’s lips kiss the sole of the witch’s feet, waiting for permission to touch her.
The crowd waited in awe as the witch gave a small nod of her head giving the chosen female permission to continue.
His flesh quivered as the chosen one’s tongue licked up the witch’s calf to her inner thigh and finally to her pulsating wet pussy.
They all tasted her as the chosen one was, like the nectar of heaven.
Bodies around him began to merge, partners, groups, touching. Lying upon the earth, they copied the actions of the chosen one worshipping the witch.
He resisted the need to be one in the group, standing, feeling, and watching the two women on the altar, the goddess and the chosen one feeding from the flesh of the witch.
The creatures joined the withering bodies on the ground, partaking in the offerings, licking the women’s heated pussies, playing with their sensitive breasts, biting nipples from one to the other, taking them to the edge of release only to pause. Sensual torture.
Control broke; men rammed their aching cocks in wet holes of pussy, mouth, and ass. Hands grasped, pulled and pushed.
Harder movements, deep thrusts, release. Cocks being mouth fucked. Couples were on all fours, beasts and beauty fusing to one.
He stood and watched her, felt the sensations of the crowd, of the wisteria witch and nearly screamed with the need to be inside her. The witch lifted her head. “Forward,” she beckoned him. His steps were quick, eager and he too kissed the sole of her feet, waiting for her commands.
“Suck him,” she commanded the female slave. “Suck his hard cock for me.” The chosen one eagerly did the witch’s bidding; placing her lips still coated in her pussy juice over the head of his cock.
His eyes locked with that of the goddess as the slave sucked his cock.
“What do you want?”
“To bury my cock so fucking deep inside your pussy that you scream; to fuck you so hard that we no longer know dark from light, or sin from good. I want to be the beast that feeds and is fed from you until I scream.”
“Let me watch you fuck her. Fuck her like you want to fuck me.”
The chosen one crawled on the altar beside the goddess, lifting her ass in the air for him. Her tongue snaked out to the waiting pussy of the witch. Placing her hands behind her back, arching her body forward, the witch positioned herself so she was capable of watching him slide his cock inside the other and still be able to see the slave lick her pussy.
The crowd moaned and gyrated around them. Pagan slaves in sensual hunger. Feeding, being fed the gifts from the wisteria witch. The creatures lapped up the flesh of the bodies and they moved as one entity upon the earth around the three on the altar above them.
His cock rammed inside the chosen one’s pussy folds. With each thrust he thought of the goddess. Bucking his body harder and deeper into the woman who was moaning under him as she continued to lick and suck the sweet pussy of the witch.
Her tongue jutted in and out of the witch’s wet heat, until the witch placed her hand on the woman’s head and commanded her to move.
The three changed positions, as he knelt in front of her and placed his hands under the witch’s ass. The witch placed her feet on the stone plank on either side of him, lifted her pelvis and met his urgent trust.
So wet. So hot.
Her pussy met his, thrust after urgent thrust. The female slave, licked, caressed and touched each of them as they took from the other until they both screamed into the night under the power of the moon and the blessing of the willow and the rowan trees.
Took until the night blanket became the break of dawn, the blue flames became morning haze. They took until the echo of the wisteria witch’s cry of ecstasy ran over the homeland.
He watched the group of men and women depart. Breathing in the singing air of what they experienced; the ritual of the Wisteria Robe. The secrets buried within.
Once more he went back to the altar. Laid his hand upon the stone and closed his eyes. Calling the wisteria witch….
He went to the altar, laid his hand upon the stone and closed his eyes, calling the Wisteria Witch….
He watched the group of men and women gathered around the stone altar and breathed in the singing air of anticipation of what was to come.
The blanket of night and fog billowed around them like a mystic covering from the outside world.
The mist-formed shapes left impressions of embracing lovers. The ebony sky glimmered with an aura of power and waited for her presence.
The legend of the Wisteria Witch and her robe ceremony was deeply embedded in her homeland.
The tale of the sexual ritual of a witch, a high priestess with profound powers, was whispered among the natives in equal parts of fear and awe.
Few truly witnessed the sacred ceremony.
The ones that did witness kept its secrets.
The whispered chants of her name floated in the air. The goddess they all sought and feared. She was pure, raw sexuality manifested.
The willow and rowan swayed softly in unison with their partner zephyr. Leaf, branch, and wind merged under the moon performing nature’s own sexual rite.
He was uncertain of what to expect within the folds of the wisteria robe ceremony. He only knew that he was meant to be here. He felt the calling; the pull that tonight would alter his life and he welcomed the change.
He stood with pride and confidence under the soft velvet folds of the wisteria robe. The material stimulated your naked flesh; tiny life-like sparks caressed you everywhere at once, molding to your frame, worshipping you.
Naked glimpses of bodies teased the senses everywhere you looked. Hard nipples of women pushed enticingly against the caressing robes. Secret shadows and soft moans were hints of urgent passion flaring.
The hoods of the robes covered the guests’ faces adding to the aura of secrecy and sensual mystery unlike any other.
He was part of the semicircle around the back of the altar, yet felt apart. Tonight he would be the chosen one to touch her. He knew it because he felt the call and waited.
The mist flared higher, changing their frantic pose, colors mixed with the transparent miasma.
She was close. Her presence was felt before her form appeared. Currents of sweetness bred. His body tingled with sensation as the robe altered from light touches to excited petting motions, opening the full breadth and beauty of the sensual.
His body eased with joyful sensation, letting the robe and his surroundings touch him in ecstasy. From his inner core, an inside flame ignited to an overwhelming energy of linked spiritual lust.
Each body became combined to one. A current of pure lust, massage of heat, a force, as desire and passion expanded from the inside to the outside covering of flesh. Power. Raw hunger of each thought, each caress, each sensation of the group now one.
Cardinal desire fused heightened feelings of need until they no longer were a mass but one sensation of savage sexual essence.
Soft blue flickers of breath formed a ring of fire around her ankles. Worshipping, feeding.
Her gown was transparent, violet threads of glimmered nothing, touching her curves like a waterfall of desire. The garment split down the front of her being, drawing your attention to each secret tease of her body.
Her hair flowed loose, tickling the back of her neck and shoulders. The soft blue flames of luminous light flowed as she walked. Each step of pure blue flame floated around her, disappearing only to reappear again as each step glided closer to the altar and the gathered pagans that had come.
This night.
The night of the wisteria robe.
This witch.
The night of the wisteria witch.
No one moved as the ring of blue circled behind his or her body. No one moved, as the flames grew higher, alive. The flame ring crackled with vitality, forming a complete circle around them.
He thought about the flame and that there was no heat.
She turned to him with a tiny wisp of a smile. Her voiceless words echoed softly in his mind. “No heat?”
His body instantly withered with intense desire, need, and cravings of sexual release. “No earthly heat,” he corrected instantly and her smile widened before reducing the erotic torture.
Pausing at the stone altar she slowly slid her fingers under the violet strands of her gown. Instantly, hands of creatures not seen before, were there to remove the garment. He watched the small creatures, her slaves, with fascinated interest.
Small, almost troll-like beings swarmed her. Here, gone instantly. Conjured images.
Hundreds burst into the circle surrounding her naked form, fingers caressing and pulling at her body. She pet them with tenderness as one would a beloved dog or cat.
One was braver, or the leader. He placed his hand on her smooth mound. His finger rammed inside her folds. Her head snapped back. The wind carried the scream of her moan to every watching pagan. The jolt of sensation she was feeling quivered in each of them.
Moans filled the air, echoing her gasps. Her body twisted in shared ecstasy.
He stood transfixed as he watched the creatures touch her. He felt his skin tingle, indents of invisible fingers moved along his burning body. Every touch, every burning caress upon her flesh was transcended onto each of the worshippers.
Standing within the ring of fire he watched as the creatures lifted her reverently unto the altar. She waved her fingers to them and smiled.
Each creature went to the guests, removing the robes. Her commands rolled silently, a melody of desire calling to her pets. She spoke to them as to whom she would be choosing this night.
The chant of “me” rang out. Silent pleads in their minds. Linked thoughts.
“Me. Let the wisteria witch choose me.”
Each had a deep-rooted appetite to be the one. “Me.” The voices grew louder, more urgent and he heard his own voice mingled with the others. “Me,” he begged, “Please me.”
The creature came closer to him and he smiled. Yes. Yes.
The imp looked up and smiled back only to take the hand of the female next to him. A shudder went through the crowd, equal parts disappointment at not being the chosen one mixed with excitement.
They all knew that with each sensation that the wisteria witch felt, they too would feel. Each touch, each soft gasp would vibrate to their very core and burn inside their flesh.
He watched as the eager chosen one ran to the altar to worship the witch lying there. He watched and felt the chosen one’s lips kiss the sole of the witch’s feet, waiting for permission to touch her.
The crowd waited in awe as the witch gave a small nod of her head giving the chosen female permission to continue.
His flesh quivered as the chosen one’s tongue licked up the witch’s calf to her inner thigh and finally to her pulsating wet pussy.
They all tasted her as the chosen one was, like the nectar of heaven.
Bodies around him began to merge, partners, groups, touching. Lying upon the earth, they copied the actions of the chosen one worshipping the witch.
He resisted the need to be one in the group, standing, feeling, and watching the two women on the altar, the goddess and the chosen one feeding from the flesh of the witch.
The creatures joined the withering bodies on the ground, partaking in the offerings, licking the women’s heated pussies, playing with their sensitive breasts, biting nipples from one to the other, taking them to the edge of release only to pause. Sensual torture.
Control broke; men rammed their aching cocks in wet holes of pussy, mouth, and ass. Hands grasped, pulled and pushed.
Harder movements, deep thrusts, release. Cocks being mouth fucked. Couples were on all fours, beasts and beauty fusing to one.
He stood and watched her, felt the sensations of the crowd, of the wisteria witch and nearly screamed with the need to be inside her. The witch lifted her head. “Forward,” she beckoned him. His steps were quick, eager and he too kissed the sole of her feet, waiting for her commands.
“Suck him,” she commanded the female slave. “Suck his hard cock for me.” The chosen one eagerly did the witch’s bidding; placing her lips still coated in her pussy juice over the head of his cock.
His eyes locked with that of the goddess as the slave sucked his cock.
“What do you want?”
“To bury my cock so fucking deep inside your pussy that you scream; to fuck you so hard that we no longer know dark from light, or sin from good. I want to be the beast that feeds and is fed from you until I scream.”
“Let me watch you fuck her. Fuck her like you want to fuck me.”
The chosen one crawled on the altar beside the goddess, lifting her ass in the air for him. Her tongue snaked out to the waiting pussy of the witch. Placing her hands behind her back, arching her body forward, the witch positioned herself so she was capable of watching him slide his cock inside the other and still be able to see the slave lick her pussy.
The crowd moaned and gyrated around them. Pagan slaves in sensual hunger. Feeding, being fed the gifts from the wisteria witch. The creatures lapped up the flesh of the bodies and they moved as one entity upon the earth around the three on the altar above them.
His cock rammed inside the chosen one’s pussy folds. With each thrust he thought of the goddess. Bucking his body harder and deeper into the woman who was moaning under him as she continued to lick and suck the sweet pussy of the witch.
Her tongue jutted in and out of the witch’s wet heat, until the witch placed her hand on the woman’s head and commanded her to move.
The three changed positions, as he knelt in front of her and placed his hands under the witch’s ass. The witch placed her feet on the stone plank on either side of him, lifted her pelvis and met his urgent trust.
So wet. So hot.
Her pussy met his, thrust after urgent thrust. The female slave, licked, caressed and touched each of them as they took from the other until they both screamed into the night under the power of the moon and the blessing of the willow and the rowan trees.
Took until the night blanket became the break of dawn, the blue flames became morning haze. They took until the echo of the wisteria witch’s cry of ecstasy ran over the homeland.
He watched the group of men and women depart. Breathing in the singing air of what they experienced; the ritual of the Wisteria Robe. The secrets buried within.
Once more he went back to the altar. Laid his hand upon the stone and closed his eyes. Calling the wisteria witch….
Coming Soon: Forbidden Fruit!
“I believe the dark side has fascinated us all.
A little piece of who we are, the side we try so hard to hide, conceal, disguise.
Yet from time to time when we think no one is watching or when the lights are out and we are alone with only our inner selves we wonder…What if?
What if the forbidden is truly fruit for the gods? What if I could truly let go and know one would ever know? What if I could explore for only a moment the bewitching sirens that are calling me?
What if for just a second I could be one with my forbidden need? Come taste the Fruit I offer!”
~Forbidden Fruit. September 2008 by Tilly Rivers~
A little piece of who we are, the side we try so hard to hide, conceal, disguise.
Yet from time to time when we think no one is watching or when the lights are out and we are alone with only our inner selves we wonder…What if?
What if the forbidden is truly fruit for the gods? What if I could truly let go and know one would ever know? What if I could explore for only a moment the bewitching sirens that are calling me?
What if for just a second I could be one with my forbidden need? Come taste the Fruit I offer!”
~Forbidden Fruit. September 2008 by Tilly Rivers~
Interview With Tilly Rivers
Q:Where are you from?
A:Ontario, Canada
Q:Tell us your latest news?
A:Forbidden Fruit will be released in the fall of 2008. This will be my final release.
Q:When and why did you begin writing?
A:I began to freelance write in 2000. Writing came to me because of a ‘bet.”
Q:When did you first consider yourself a writer?
A:I think I was born a writer. A gift that has always been with in.
Q:What inspired you to write your first book?
A:The publishing contract. Giggles. I was asked, so I thought--why not.
Q:Who or what has influenced your writing?
A:My mother. She wanted to be a journalist, but ended up being a great mother instead, but she was always so creative and encouraged all of us to follow our dreams. I wrote poetry when I was younger and my mom- as all mom’s do- said it was great- but it wasn’t so much the ‘words’ it was the look in her eyes, the look of pride.
Q: How has your environment/upbringing colored your writing?
A:Of course. All great teachers tell you to write about what you do, or know well. If my parents hadn’t been free spirits I do not think I would be as free as I am with my creative process. Like any great author, I research before I write!
Q:Do you have a specific writing style?
A:Yes. Although like me I am not sure it has been labeled, other than my books are collections of short stories, each one a different fantasy. However I want the reader to project themselves into the story, and I think that is what makes my writing so popular, it may be considered a sexual fantasy, but fantasies are like dreams, if you back them up with action they become probable not impossible.
Q:What genre are you most comfortable writing?
A:Erotica. Poetry. Fun articles. Although I have written two full length romance novels that did okay, I love erotica, and that passion vibrates in my writing.
Q: How did you come up with the title?
A: Which one? For Forbidden Fruit, released this fall, the title came to me. I can not explain it I suppose; I just ‘knew’ it was the right title for this collection of erotic stories.
Q:Is there a message in your books that you want readers to grasp?
A:Absolutely! That sex is not something to be ashamed of, and that each of us have sexual fantasies, which makes us perfect- let go and embrace that wonderful side of you that is just waiting to be set free!
Q:How much of the book is realistic?
A: Every single wonderful page!
Q:Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
A: Rumor has it that every one of the stories I write are based on hands on research. I will leave it up to the readers, and old lovers to decide if that is true or not.
Q:What books have influenced your life most?
A: I have probably studied sex as much as or more than sexual therapist- giggles- I enjoy Kama Sutra and The Perfect Garden, and wonderful teachings from Ashley Thirby, Nor Hall and Linga Purana.
Q:If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
A:I couldn’t choose. I am a firm believer that you can learn from so many sources. All mentors are wonderful, and each is brought into your life to teach you differently.
Q:What book are you reading now?
A:I always have three or four on the go.
Q:What are your current projects?
A:Besides the radio show, tour, and new release? Giggles, oh…nothing!
Q:Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.
A: My own core beliefs.
Q:If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
A:No.
Q:Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
A:When I ‘fly into the mist’ it just takes me over, I suppose I have always been what is termed now as a day dreamer, before I knew it I was reliving pleasurable events of the day in my mind, and before I knew it a story was forming that needed to burst free.
Q:Can you share a little of your current work with us?
A:Forbidden Fruit was fun to write. All of us have what I like to think of as a dark side; few sadly embrace it to discover that it is not a dark awful place after all. Within the pages of this book it was my goal to let some of those fantasies out.
Q:Would you recommend writing as a career? Why or why not?
A:No. Too many think it will be easy and that they will be famous and on Oprah. When this does not happen people become bitter and hurt.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
I find that I have the worst timing. Off I will go flying into the mist at the oddest times, once I was walking and literally walked into a hydro pole. Better that than a car hitting me I suppose.
Q: Who designed the covers?
A:Kara Elsberry. She is great!
Q:What was the hardest part of writing your book?
A:Deadlines.
Q:Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
A:You are the best. Without you I am nothing!
Q:What is your ultimate goal as an author?
A:I have been blessed to reach all of my goals, I have won many awards, been given ‘celebrity status’ and reached the best sellers list more than once.
Q:Where do you see yourself in ten years?
A:Ten Years? I am happy to take it each day at a time.
Sex Goddess
This article originally appeared in the Peter Brooks Advertiser on November 7th, 2004.
© 2004 Peter Brooks Publications
Tilly Rivers: Sex Goddess
Derek Downsland, Manhattan, NY
In the entertainment business you rarely see the "real thing", especially when you have been dubbed with the name "Sex Goddess". I will admit that after reading Tilly Rivers’ stories of sexual lure I wanted to meet her. See the face and the real personality behind the fantasies. Find out for myself what was drawing crowds in the hottest NY clubs of over five hundred males. I went with a chip on my shoulder thinking that I would once again discover that the smoke and mirrors was hype and walk away disappointed.
I was very wrong. I set up a private interview with Tilly only hours before yet another of her whirlwind rammed events. When she walked into the room in a short skirt showing miles of heavenly legs, a sassy black leather jacket and a blouse that was showing a nice chunk of cleavage I smiled and thought, well at least she dresses like a sex goddess.
When I looked up from my chair, before me was the face of angel, the body of a bad girl, and eyes of pure sin.
I held tight to my skeptical attitude. Hot chicks were a dime a dozen. But the reality was I was sinking fast and I knew it. This chick, Miss Tilly Rivers, smelled of sex like the most expensive perfume. When she spoke, looked me directly in the eye and giggled, yes I swear a real genuine honest to goodness giggle, I knew that the woman behind the fantasies was truly the "Sex Goddess".
Her personality was open, refreshing and her intelligence surprised me. She spoke little of her family, when ever I asked a question that she was not prepared to answer she would just smile and wink with a sassy look and eyes that filled with fire, words however never passed her lips. Silence.
It did not take me long to understand that she protected her family and that she was not going to answer. It did not take me long either, to respect that right to privacy and like her even more for the loyalty she express to her family and friends.
She spoke openly and honestly about her career, that yes most of her stories were based on actually events, and she loved sex, hated narrow minded views on the subject and would continue to write her novels no matter how many groups tried to ban her explicit creations.
She invited me to come to the club with her that night and I jumped at the chance to view her in action.
Tilly Rivers was, is, the sex goddess, the woman of fantasy in her stories, she is what men dream of. Her words crawled inside me, stayed with me.
Watching her in action was amazing. She interacted with the crowd, danced, signed anything from a napkin to a bar coaster to her novel. At one point, I think she even signed a few flashes of flesh.
If I thought she could write, her dancing was almost, if not tied in the sensual, make you crazy, category. When one of her fans placed a chair in the middle of the floor and dared her to dance on it, not only did she take him up on the dare; her performance brought them to her knees worshipping the goddess of sex that she was.
Tilly Rivers, hats off to you…you are the real thing…I love your prose, your attitude and you girl not only are the "Sex Goddess" but the best erotica queen of ink I have ever had the privilege to read and interview.
Reprinted with permission from Peter Brooks Publications Inc
© 2004 Peter Brooks Publications
Tilly Rivers: Sex Goddess
Derek Downsland, Manhattan, NY
In the entertainment business you rarely see the "real thing", especially when you have been dubbed with the name "Sex Goddess". I will admit that after reading Tilly Rivers’ stories of sexual lure I wanted to meet her. See the face and the real personality behind the fantasies. Find out for myself what was drawing crowds in the hottest NY clubs of over five hundred males. I went with a chip on my shoulder thinking that I would once again discover that the smoke and mirrors was hype and walk away disappointed.
I was very wrong. I set up a private interview with Tilly only hours before yet another of her whirlwind rammed events. When she walked into the room in a short skirt showing miles of heavenly legs, a sassy black leather jacket and a blouse that was showing a nice chunk of cleavage I smiled and thought, well at least she dresses like a sex goddess.
When I looked up from my chair, before me was the face of angel, the body of a bad girl, and eyes of pure sin.
I held tight to my skeptical attitude. Hot chicks were a dime a dozen. But the reality was I was sinking fast and I knew it. This chick, Miss Tilly Rivers, smelled of sex like the most expensive perfume. When she spoke, looked me directly in the eye and giggled, yes I swear a real genuine honest to goodness giggle, I knew that the woman behind the fantasies was truly the "Sex Goddess".
Her personality was open, refreshing and her intelligence surprised me. She spoke little of her family, when ever I asked a question that she was not prepared to answer she would just smile and wink with a sassy look and eyes that filled with fire, words however never passed her lips. Silence.
It did not take me long to understand that she protected her family and that she was not going to answer. It did not take me long either, to respect that right to privacy and like her even more for the loyalty she express to her family and friends.
She spoke openly and honestly about her career, that yes most of her stories were based on actually events, and she loved sex, hated narrow minded views on the subject and would continue to write her novels no matter how many groups tried to ban her explicit creations.
She invited me to come to the club with her that night and I jumped at the chance to view her in action.
Tilly Rivers was, is, the sex goddess, the woman of fantasy in her stories, she is what men dream of. Her words crawled inside me, stayed with me.
Watching her in action was amazing. She interacted with the crowd, danced, signed anything from a napkin to a bar coaster to her novel. At one point, I think she even signed a few flashes of flesh.
If I thought she could write, her dancing was almost, if not tied in the sensual, make you crazy, category. When one of her fans placed a chair in the middle of the floor and dared her to dance on it, not only did she take him up on the dare; her performance brought them to her knees worshipping the goddess of sex that she was.
Tilly Rivers, hats off to you…you are the real thing…I love your prose, your attitude and you girl not only are the "Sex Goddess" but the best erotica queen of ink I have ever had the privilege to read and interview.
Reprinted with permission from Peter Brooks Publications Inc
Excerpt from Erotica Cafe
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
~Virgina Woolf~
A romantic meal can often be the prelude to an intimate evening. The goal of this book is to bring you the best in fantastic food, delicious humor, intimate food and beverage games, and a mix of interesting sexual facts and fun.
Baked Trout for Two with Fennel & Orange
Did you know…Aphrodite, whose name is the root of the word aphrodisiac- considered fish and fennel as scared? Jupiter gave Juno an orange on their wedding day, thus associating oranges as the ‘fruit of love.” Dinonysus, one of Aphrodite’s lovers used black pepper and wine as scared secret ingredients to stimulate the libido.
Rated: 9 out of 10 kisses!
1 oz. butter
2 medium rainbow trout, cleaned
½ tsp fennel seeds
2 oranges, cut into thin strips (including rind and pulp, try to keep as much of the juice as possible, remove seeds)
1 ¼ cups sweet vermouth
Salt and freshly ground pepper
Springs of fresh fennel
Preheat oven to 440 degrees (F) - butter a shallow dish (preferable clay- but any modern shallow roasting pan will work) and place the trout inside. Dot with butter and sprinkle with fennel seeds. Scatter the juice, pulp and rind strips over the fish, then add the vermouth. Season with salt and pepper. Cover with clay lid, or foil for 25 minutes or until the fish flakes easily with a fork. Serve with pan juices, garnish with fresh fennel sprigs. Sometimes this dish is also topped with a pat of chilled herbed butter.
Erotica Café--The open sign has been placed on the door, ready to welcome the daring that are searching for a red hot special in a blue plate world. ISBN: 9780978125776 Excerpt Recipe as seen in; Erotica Café by Tilly Rivers
Reproduced with permission from author.
The Adult Dessert Sponsors Features Radio Show
The common link between Frozen Vines and Features- Adult Indulgences!
(ON)- Frozen Vines announced they are sponsoring the radio program “Features” with best selling- celebrity author Tilly Rivers as the host. Frozen Vines is an infused VQA wine and spirit line of gelatos, sorbettos and tartufos that have been tagged as the adult dessert that teases your taste sensations.
“Features” radio show, meanwhile, is the adult program that indulges in adult pleasures from food, cigars and wine to books, music, relationships and sex. Features broadcasts every Friday evening on Blog Talk Radio- the new internet broadcasting station that has captured the attention of some major celebrity, sports and political personalities.
“You just never know what Tilly is going to say.” says one of her listeners. “She is the real deal- her accounting of how the Paramedics need to be on stand by when she cooks was hilarious.”
“Rivers can take an everyday subject and turn it in such a way that you are thinking sensual pleasure. She is fun and entertaining.” states another.
When asked if she has tried the product, her eyes light up and she replied “Absolutely- Frozen Vines is unique and amazing- it is exactly what foodies have been craving- a chic dessert that caters to adults. My favorite is the Black Sambucca Espresso- it stimulates my tongue in ways I have never experience before!”
Hmmm…was that one of those twisted comments that paints pictures in your mind of sensual pleasure?
Frozen Vines is a unique line of infused alcoholic gelato, sorbetto and tartufos that fine dining executive chefs, food critics, foodies and celebrity sommeliers have been ‘licking’ up- they have some major high profile accounts across Ontario. Dave Paterson, President of Frozen Vines is happy to sponsor the “Features” radio show- “After all” says Paterson “I should know Rivers’ talents more than anyone- she happens to be my girl!”
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The common link between Frozen Vines and Features- Adult Indulgences!
(ON)- Frozen Vines announced they are sponsoring the radio program “Features” with best selling- celebrity author Tilly Rivers as the host. Frozen Vines is an infused VQA wine and spirit line of gelatos, sorbettos and tartufos that have been tagged as the adult dessert that teases your taste sensations.
“Features” radio show, meanwhile, is the adult program that indulges in adult pleasures from food, cigars and wine to books, music, relationships and sex. Features broadcasts every Friday evening on Blog Talk Radio- the new internet broadcasting station that has captured the attention of some major celebrity, sports and political personalities.
“You just never know what Tilly is going to say.” says one of her listeners. “She is the real deal- her accounting of how the Paramedics need to be on stand by when she cooks was hilarious.”
“Rivers can take an everyday subject and turn it in such a way that you are thinking sensual pleasure. She is fun and entertaining.” states another.
When asked if she has tried the product, her eyes light up and she replied “Absolutely- Frozen Vines is unique and amazing- it is exactly what foodies have been craving- a chic dessert that caters to adults. My favorite is the Black Sambucca Espresso- it stimulates my tongue in ways I have never experience before!”
Hmmm…was that one of those twisted comments that paints pictures in your mind of sensual pleasure?
Frozen Vines is a unique line of infused alcoholic gelato, sorbetto and tartufos that fine dining executive chefs, food critics, foodies and celebrity sommeliers have been ‘licking’ up- they have some major high profile accounts across Ontario. Dave Paterson, President of Frozen Vines is happy to sponsor the “Features” radio show- “After all” says Paterson “I should know Rivers’ talents more than anyone- she happens to be my girl!”
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List of Rumored Aphrodisiac Essential Oils
Caution: Spice oils may be irritating to sensitive skin, if you are proven to allergies check on a small amount of your skin before massing into your or your partners skin- by using any of the products listed below you are doing so voluntarily and at your own risk.
The list below includes the hair type the fragrance of the essence is said to suit best, this does not mean that if you’re blond, for example, you should never use Ambrette because it is best suited to red headed males- explore and mix the scents to discover what smells best to you, and on you!
Ambrette (Hibiscus moschata)
Aroma: Warm, animal
Made from hibiscus seeds, Ambrette has a musk-like scent and is often used in perfume blending as a musk substitute. A favorite in China and Japan. It is said it is especially compatible with the fair, red-haired male.
Angelica (Angelica archangelica)
Aroma: Earthy, animal
The seed essence is fresh, light, peppery, more common is the root essence. Used to flavour liqueurs Cointreau and Charteuse. It is said it is especially compatible with the fair, red-haired female.
Benzoin (Styrax benzoin)
Aroma; Sweet, balsamic, vanilla-like
This resin is collected from the wounded bark of balsam trees that are at least six years old and are grown in the forests of India, Java, Sumatra, Cambodia and Thailand. In India it is burned before the scared Trimurti, the combined faces of Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu. It is said it is especially compatible with blonde men and women.
Carnation (Dianthus caryophyllus)
Aroma: heavy, sweet, honey-like
This is rare and costly. This aroma creates magnetism and attractiveness. It is said it is especially compatible with the brown haired female.
Frankincense (Bosweilla serrta)
Aroma: Resinous, exotic
From the same family as Myrrh, its narcotic components open mind and spirit. It is said it is especially compatible with brown haired male.
Palmarosa (Cymbogon martini)
Aroma: Light. Sweet, rosy
Native of India, the essence is distilled close to the fields where it is grown from stems, leaves, and flowering tops. Palmarosa lifts anxiety. It is said it is especially compatible with the with dark haired male and female.
The list below includes the hair type the fragrance of the essence is said to suit best, this does not mean that if you’re blond, for example, you should never use Ambrette because it is best suited to red headed males- explore and mix the scents to discover what smells best to you, and on you!
Ambrette (Hibiscus moschata)
Aroma: Warm, animal
Made from hibiscus seeds, Ambrette has a musk-like scent and is often used in perfume blending as a musk substitute. A favorite in China and Japan. It is said it is especially compatible with the fair, red-haired male.
Angelica (Angelica archangelica)
Aroma: Earthy, animal
The seed essence is fresh, light, peppery, more common is the root essence. Used to flavour liqueurs Cointreau and Charteuse. It is said it is especially compatible with the fair, red-haired female.
Benzoin (Styrax benzoin)
Aroma; Sweet, balsamic, vanilla-like
This resin is collected from the wounded bark of balsam trees that are at least six years old and are grown in the forests of India, Java, Sumatra, Cambodia and Thailand. In India it is burned before the scared Trimurti, the combined faces of Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu. It is said it is especially compatible with blonde men and women.
Carnation (Dianthus caryophyllus)
Aroma: heavy, sweet, honey-like
This is rare and costly. This aroma creates magnetism and attractiveness. It is said it is especially compatible with the brown haired female.
Frankincense (Bosweilla serrta)
Aroma: Resinous, exotic
From the same family as Myrrh, its narcotic components open mind and spirit. It is said it is especially compatible with brown haired male.
Palmarosa (Cymbogon martini)
Aroma: Light. Sweet, rosy
Native of India, the essence is distilled close to the fields where it is grown from stems, leaves, and flowering tops. Palmarosa lifts anxiety. It is said it is especially compatible with the with dark haired male and female.
For Immediate Release
Immediate Release Media
Maud Rivers
http://immediatereleasemedia.blogspot.com
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Author Tilly Rivers is Immediate Release Media’s New Dining Out Food Critic.
Immediate Release Media
Maud Rivers
http://immediatereleasemedia.blogspot.com
for_immediaterelease (@) yahoo.com
Author Tilly Rivers is Immediate Release Media’s New Dining Out Food Critic.
Having an author and radio host as the food critic might not be so crazy after all!
(NY)- May 23, 2008- Tilly Rivers just may be a new breed of restaurant critic, a maverick whose face will accompany her weekly reviews, launching today.
“When I first thought of approaching Rivers with the idea of being the food critic for Immediate Release Media” says Senior Editor, Maud Rivers, “My first reaction was that everyone would think that we are related-the surname is completely coincidental, the second thought was that everyone would think I was crazy.”
“I am obviously trying to do something fresh and interesting," says Maud Rivers, the brains behind the new Media hub Immediate Release Media- the popular press release blog of book, music and food reviews, chef profiles and business and entertainment news.
“Tilly penned a wonderful mixture of food and pleasure in her release of Erotica Café- not to mention she is internationally known. Her author rank has reached celebrity status- and New Yorkers’ have a soft spot for her, as this is where her career really took off. In the words of Malcolm Gladwell’s “Tipping Point”- a #1 National Bestseller- “What makes someone a Connector? The first- and most obvious criterion is that Connectors know lots of people.” ”
Tilly is putting her face alongside her reviews, which are based on her own personal rating scale of one to five stars- and will be posted on http://immediatereleasemedia.blogspot.com/ every Thursday beginning today.
“I love food” says Tilly Rivers, “ I am not sure what qualifies one as an avid foodie- but I certainly know bad food when it hits my taste buds. The choice to have a photo along the review is going to be fun. I really do not think that critics in general should dine incognito-after all a restaurant is not going to bring in a celebrity chef or whip up a fresh menu just because a critic has come to eat at their establishment.”
Maud adds “If she receives preferential service- I am confident that Tilly will write about that as well- the rules are that she doesn’t make reservations under her own name or announce herself upon arrival.
“I am just like you.” Says Tilly, “If I am going for a light lunch- or a full course dinner, I want the same things everyone does- good food, good service, and good atmosphere.”
Tilly will be focusing on food reviews in her own backyard and throughout Ontario- until her tour this fall/winter 08-09 for her new book Forbidden Fruit, at that time she will continue to add her reviews for restaurants across Canada and the USA.
Welcome Home
Welcome Home
As she turned her key in the front door, she sighed. It had been a long tour and she was so tired! The front door swung open and she slid out of her pumps in the small entryway, tossing her bags and jacket carelessly onto the floor.
She stepped around the corner into the living room, surprised to see the burning candles scattered throughout the room.
A small smile lit her face as she continued on to the dining area; the table that had been covered with paperwork the morning she had left was cleaned and set for two, again with scented candles flickering.
She peeked into the kitchen and there he stood, wearing torn faded jeans and a cream-colored sweater, at the stove stirring something that smelled delicious. “Mmmm, this is a surprise. What is it all about?”
He turned to her and wrapped his strong arms around her frame, enfolding her into a warm embrace. His voice tickled against her ear as he whispered, “All of this is because I missed you more than anything and I wanted to make sure you knew that.”
His lips moved over hers and kissed her, slow and deep, with a passion that emphasized his words, echoing within her cavity how much he had missed her; missed them.
Her body instantly responded and she pressed herself closer. His subdued groan vibrated against her softness and warmth while his cock hardened almost immediately.
They had both been apart too long. At times he thought of her as a mystical ghost, here brief moments before gone again.
Stroking her back in firm long caresses, gently kneading her shoulders down to the small of her back only to return up the same path of sensuality he was creating with his eager touches.
She let her hands smooth over the sleek muscles of his back, savoring the potency that exuded between them. She had missed this so much! It felt like forever had passed since they had actually spent any time together. Her eyes closed and she returned his impatient kisses with ones of her own.
All too soon he gently pulled away, brushing a wayward strand of hair from her face. “I made chicken and salad. Let’s enjoy the meal so we can then enjoy each other.”
She didn’t care about the food he was offering. Her appetite was for his naked flesh upon hers; to feel his hard cock once more rubbing against her thigh, her pelvis, strong evidence of how much he had missed her.
Yet he went to so much trouble. She smiled, placing her desires on hold. Closing her eyes she sent up a mental wish for the food to be consumed quickly so she could feed her true hunger.
They sat down together and ate their dinner talking about all of the things that they had fallen behind on with each other. Each phrase, each syllable was marked with tiny touches, knowing glances, waiting for the true quest to start.
Her lust pounded in her ears all but drowning out everything except the ache to be touched. She watched his intense eyes as he spoke, remembering, wanting them to turn as dark now as they did when he first slid his hard cock deep into her swollen wet pussy walls.
His voice created shivers slowly crawling down her back, each vocal finger a delicate brush of erotic torture. Gooseflesh beaded on her ivory skin.
“Sweets, are you cold?” As the words left his mouth he understood, taking an arm around her body, he pulled her into his lap.
Through the satin of her dress she could feel the heat of his arousal; the matching hunger that was burning, hidden under the table from her gaze.
He dropped his head to the back of her neck and began nibbling it gently, his hand ran down her side, over her hip and thigh and then back up over her tummy and came to rest on her breasts.
He was now kissing the side of her neck as he let his hand roam over her breasts, tenderly cupping and squeezing them, gliding his palm over her erect nipples through the covering of her garments. He was pinching them gently at first, then harder with each brush of his hand.
She moaned deep in her throat as she felt her pussy flood with warmth and moistness at his touch. She squirmed slightly as her naked cunt craved the hardness beneath her.
He urgently turned her, spreading her legs wide on either side of him. The deep moan that escaped his mouth was stopped as her lips found his.
He cupped her pussy in his hand before piercing her searing heat with his fingers. Her hips bucked up to meet this new pleasure and he smiled down at her. “Do you want me to show you how much I missed you?” he whispered into her ear, moving his fingers and jean-clad cock into her aching wet pussy walls.
She was incapable of speech; to utter a word of intelligent response was eaten with raw waves of need. Instead, she pulled his lips into hers, kissing him with the fierce desire that burned within her.
He pulled her off, needing more room to explore her body, more room to touch and be touched as they both craved.
Quick urgent movements, desperate steps led them to the floor between the kitchen and bedroom before they gave in to their need. He moved down her body, trailing his mouth along her inflamed form.
Her dress was no longer a delicate decoration but an obstacle that needed to be removed. Now.
The quick rips of the material echoed in the air, only to be swallowed up with more sounds of deep breathing and moans; codes of words only deciphered by the lovers.
He took one and then the other of her nipples into his mouth, suckling and teasing them through the silkiness of her bra. As he moved down her tummy, he jerked the remaining parts of her dress in half, exposing her smooth pussy to his hungry gaze.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. He had missed her so, and now all that he wanted to do was to bring her pleasure. Pleasure for both of them, until the walls echoed with the screams, until the voices blended and they no longer know which one belonged to the other, nor cared.
“Your scent drives me mad, the way you see things, the way you think, the way you move, turns me on more every day.” His words were rough whispers against her center before he dropped his face to her wet cunt.
He breathed her in, letting his tongue trace a path from her hard clit down between her engorged lips to her hot and wet hole. He licked and sucked at her flesh, savoring the taste, feel, and smell of juices.
His tongue swirled gently around her clit, causing her to buck her hips against his face. Only then did he work his way back down to her opening.
He thrust his tongue as deep inside of her as it would go and began caressing the innermost regions of her core. Her hands clutched his head in desperation. Pleasure was swirling and she knew that she would coat his face with her juice. A few more skillful strokes of his tongue and she exploded into a climax that shook through her entire body. He greedily licked and sucked every drop of her cum.
She pulled him back up to her face and met his kisses with her own. She licked at his lips, slick and sweet with her own juice.
She loved tasting herself on him and sighed with pleasure. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her still throbbing pussy and spread her legs slightly to urge him into her.
Their eyes met as with one powerful stroke he filled her body with his own. In his eyes she saw what he professed, mixed with want and need. In her eyes he saw the passion that was her promise to consume their bodies.
His thrusts were deep, slow strokes at first, relishing the wet hotness that he had given her with his mouth.
Her pussy generously clenched his cock. With every stroke she felt their blended pleasure winding up tighter. Wrapping her arms around him she encouraged him as he began to increase his rhythm, pounding her to him harder with each thrust.
He clutched her body to him with a hand protectively under her head as he hammered harder, in and out of her. Their breathing had become quick and shallow until they were no longer breathing air but the essence of the other.
With one last thrust she felt his hot load fill her well as his cock pulsated with each burst. She smiled and he held her tighter.
“Welcome home, baby.”
______________________________________________________________
Welcome Home is one of the stories that can be found in Wisteria Moon
ISBN: ISBN 13: 978-1-897381-07-6
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=wisteria+moon+by+tilly+rivers
As she turned her key in the front door, she sighed. It had been a long tour and she was so tired! The front door swung open and she slid out of her pumps in the small entryway, tossing her bags and jacket carelessly onto the floor.
She stepped around the corner into the living room, surprised to see the burning candles scattered throughout the room.
A small smile lit her face as she continued on to the dining area; the table that had been covered with paperwork the morning she had left was cleaned and set for two, again with scented candles flickering.
She peeked into the kitchen and there he stood, wearing torn faded jeans and a cream-colored sweater, at the stove stirring something that smelled delicious. “Mmmm, this is a surprise. What is it all about?”
He turned to her and wrapped his strong arms around her frame, enfolding her into a warm embrace. His voice tickled against her ear as he whispered, “All of this is because I missed you more than anything and I wanted to make sure you knew that.”
His lips moved over hers and kissed her, slow and deep, with a passion that emphasized his words, echoing within her cavity how much he had missed her; missed them.
Her body instantly responded and she pressed herself closer. His subdued groan vibrated against her softness and warmth while his cock hardened almost immediately.
They had both been apart too long. At times he thought of her as a mystical ghost, here brief moments before gone again.
Stroking her back in firm long caresses, gently kneading her shoulders down to the small of her back only to return up the same path of sensuality he was creating with his eager touches.
She let her hands smooth over the sleek muscles of his back, savoring the potency that exuded between them. She had missed this so much! It felt like forever had passed since they had actually spent any time together. Her eyes closed and she returned his impatient kisses with ones of her own.
All too soon he gently pulled away, brushing a wayward strand of hair from her face. “I made chicken and salad. Let’s enjoy the meal so we can then enjoy each other.”
She didn’t care about the food he was offering. Her appetite was for his naked flesh upon hers; to feel his hard cock once more rubbing against her thigh, her pelvis, strong evidence of how much he had missed her.
Yet he went to so much trouble. She smiled, placing her desires on hold. Closing her eyes she sent up a mental wish for the food to be consumed quickly so she could feed her true hunger.
They sat down together and ate their dinner talking about all of the things that they had fallen behind on with each other. Each phrase, each syllable was marked with tiny touches, knowing glances, waiting for the true quest to start.
Her lust pounded in her ears all but drowning out everything except the ache to be touched. She watched his intense eyes as he spoke, remembering, wanting them to turn as dark now as they did when he first slid his hard cock deep into her swollen wet pussy walls.
His voice created shivers slowly crawling down her back, each vocal finger a delicate brush of erotic torture. Gooseflesh beaded on her ivory skin.
“Sweets, are you cold?” As the words left his mouth he understood, taking an arm around her body, he pulled her into his lap.
Through the satin of her dress she could feel the heat of his arousal; the matching hunger that was burning, hidden under the table from her gaze.
He dropped his head to the back of her neck and began nibbling it gently, his hand ran down her side, over her hip and thigh and then back up over her tummy and came to rest on her breasts.
He was now kissing the side of her neck as he let his hand roam over her breasts, tenderly cupping and squeezing them, gliding his palm over her erect nipples through the covering of her garments. He was pinching them gently at first, then harder with each brush of his hand.
She moaned deep in her throat as she felt her pussy flood with warmth and moistness at his touch. She squirmed slightly as her naked cunt craved the hardness beneath her.
He urgently turned her, spreading her legs wide on either side of him. The deep moan that escaped his mouth was stopped as her lips found his.
He cupped her pussy in his hand before piercing her searing heat with his fingers. Her hips bucked up to meet this new pleasure and he smiled down at her. “Do you want me to show you how much I missed you?” he whispered into her ear, moving his fingers and jean-clad cock into her aching wet pussy walls.
She was incapable of speech; to utter a word of intelligent response was eaten with raw waves of need. Instead, she pulled his lips into hers, kissing him with the fierce desire that burned within her.
He pulled her off, needing more room to explore her body, more room to touch and be touched as they both craved.
Quick urgent movements, desperate steps led them to the floor between the kitchen and bedroom before they gave in to their need. He moved down her body, trailing his mouth along her inflamed form.
Her dress was no longer a delicate decoration but an obstacle that needed to be removed. Now.
The quick rips of the material echoed in the air, only to be swallowed up with more sounds of deep breathing and moans; codes of words only deciphered by the lovers.
He took one and then the other of her nipples into his mouth, suckling and teasing them through the silkiness of her bra. As he moved down her tummy, he jerked the remaining parts of her dress in half, exposing her smooth pussy to his hungry gaze.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. He had missed her so, and now all that he wanted to do was to bring her pleasure. Pleasure for both of them, until the walls echoed with the screams, until the voices blended and they no longer know which one belonged to the other, nor cared.
“Your scent drives me mad, the way you see things, the way you think, the way you move, turns me on more every day.” His words were rough whispers against her center before he dropped his face to her wet cunt.
He breathed her in, letting his tongue trace a path from her hard clit down between her engorged lips to her hot and wet hole. He licked and sucked at her flesh, savoring the taste, feel, and smell of juices.
His tongue swirled gently around her clit, causing her to buck her hips against his face. Only then did he work his way back down to her opening.
He thrust his tongue as deep inside of her as it would go and began caressing the innermost regions of her core. Her hands clutched his head in desperation. Pleasure was swirling and she knew that she would coat his face with her juice. A few more skillful strokes of his tongue and she exploded into a climax that shook through her entire body. He greedily licked and sucked every drop of her cum.
She pulled him back up to her face and met his kisses with her own. She licked at his lips, slick and sweet with her own juice.
She loved tasting herself on him and sighed with pleasure. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her still throbbing pussy and spread her legs slightly to urge him into her.
Their eyes met as with one powerful stroke he filled her body with his own. In his eyes she saw what he professed, mixed with want and need. In her eyes he saw the passion that was her promise to consume their bodies.
His thrusts were deep, slow strokes at first, relishing the wet hotness that he had given her with his mouth.
Her pussy generously clenched his cock. With every stroke she felt their blended pleasure winding up tighter. Wrapping her arms around him she encouraged him as he began to increase his rhythm, pounding her to him harder with each thrust.
He clutched her body to him with a hand protectively under her head as he hammered harder, in and out of her. Their breathing had become quick and shallow until they were no longer breathing air but the essence of the other.
With one last thrust she felt his hot load fill her well as his cock pulsated with each burst. She smiled and he held her tighter.
“Welcome home, baby.”
______________________________________________________________
Welcome Home is one of the stories that can be found in Wisteria Moon
ISBN: ISBN 13: 978-1-897381-07-6
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=wisteria+moon+by+tilly+rivers
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Circle of Cars
Caution
Once you escape into the mist of fantasy with me
You may never again want reality…
As seen in; Canada Social Magazine. 2005
© Copyright reproduction permission has been given to Canada Social Magazine to reprint and distribute “ Circle of Cars”. Not to be resold.
Once you escape into the mist of fantasy with me
You may never again want reality…
As seen in; Canada Social Magazine. 2005
© Copyright reproduction permission has been given to Canada Social Magazine to reprint and distribute “ Circle of Cars”. Not to be resold.
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Tilly Rivers is one of North America’s top erotica writers: …at celebrity club promotions in the USA…she is the master of fantasy creation….
-----NY Times -----
2005 GAWA Award winning “Writer of the Year”
Tilly loves to hear from her fans and invites your feedback always. Contact her at tilly_rivers@hotmail.com
Note from Tilly:
….a mental playing field for your fantasies…
“ I have often been asked what it is like to be an erotica writer. The stereotype is that all erotica writers are horndogs, nymphos or the leaders in kink. I am pleased to announce that in my case this is absolutely true. Then add sexy, daring, hilarious, intelligent and a challenge, and you will discover the inside world of what makes my fantasy.”---Tilly Rivers ---
Circle of Cars
By Tilly Rivers
The moon was full high. Hanging in the black velvet blanket in awe. It was one of those nights were each star shone so clearly you could play connect-the-dots and create the clairvoyant signs. Like the zodiac pull of the planets the night was alive with the adventures to come.
She was very social and enjoyed the fun-loving light-hearted company that she was now surrounded with as opposed to serious philosophical conversation. Of course under the right circumstances she could and has conversed circles around the average so called theoretical type.
She never was too worried about tomorrow laughter was her drug of choice. Her life-path was about being versatile and progressive. Freedom and independence are of the utmost importance. She went about life completely unrestrained and abhors routine.
She craved stimuli and adventure never tolerating repetitive and ‘boring’. Her Key qualities were expansiveness, vision, adventure the constructive use of freedom. That is why this night of nights was born for her.
The car rumbled under her, the smell of tires burning on the pavement was still fresh from the race before her, she looked over and smiled at the man seating in the sports car next to her, the one she was racing against. She would take him. Her smiled widened.
As the car sat waiting for the flag to drop so they could begin the race her mind flooded with a thousand things, tricks, tips, dangers that had been pumped into her head for two days before the drag race from her friend.
Yet when the flag dropped her mind was a blank, her only thought was the enjoyment of the ride. The speed, the power of the machine around her, together they blended as one. Flesh and machine traveled down the blocked off pavement track.
The finish line approach to quickly, it was over, and she slowed down. Had she really driven that fast? A magic carpet ride along the highway?
She was pulled from the car with hands holding her close, pulling her in. Joyous cries rang. She won? Damn, had she? She really won?
His lips came down hard on hers, smiling, laughing, holding her, kissing her.
Her heart pounded within her, as her adrenaline pounded spreading, swirling. Landing with a liquid rush to her hot molten core.
What was he saying that he knew she could do it? That he had bet his car, was he crazy? His lips were on hers again. Damn she was wet. Needed the rush back, craved it, and did not want to step down from the high she was flying.
Want to go for a ride? Hell yes she did.
He drove this time. Fast, but not as nearly as fast as the race. Other cars were on this road. He had to harness the power. But she didn't. Leaning over she kissed his ear, flicked her tongue over, around, sliding her tongue down his neck tasting, savoring.
Biting gently hands explored down his chest, his eyes glanced from the road to her, road, and back to her. Her hand cupped him, gripping his hard erection through his pants.
Demanding. Wanting. She unzipped her treasure and slid her hand inside, touching him.
Feeling him grow even harder, how was that possible? He was rod iron. Her mouth claimed him
Inserting his rod into her wet channel while he drove. His hips jerked off the seat and he had to pull over quickly. He knew she was wet, hot, and heavy with her need. Crazy and he wanted to lick her, to taste her craziness.
To suck her clit between his lips until her juices went from dripping in his mouth to drenching his face. She would suck him, feast on his cock with the same ravishment, needing feed, stilling the hunger. Soon the pair were intertwined on the hood of the car, bodies licking, tasting, and sucking.
Her cunt was so hot, so wet, and oh so sweet, so fucking sweet, her mouth was so hot, so wet and oh so sweet. So fucking sweet.
When his cum poured from his head into her mouth he groaned her name. His cock plunged deeper into her wet mouth, her lips spread welcoming his cock deep, welcoming his cum. He could never get enough of her. Enough of her taste. Enough of her passion for life, for sex, for everything. He craved her.
Her pussy clenched over his tongue. She jerked off the roof of the car, her spasms quivering down her thighs, her legs. Fuck he was the best. He turned her clit to jelly with his tongue. He created magic visions in her mind and she nearly passed out as her juice flowed over his face.
“Don’t swallow baby.” He demanded. Coming up to her, his mouth covered in her juice he stuck his tongue inside her mouth, cum kissing her. Letting the other taste, lick and savor their blended liquid quintessence. She moaned. Her tongue licking his lips tasting her juice on him. He moaned. His tongue licking hers tasting his cum in her mouth.
They climbed back into the car and joined the group in the parking lot much later. They had planned on a game of car tag. Each team had four colored water balloons that they would toss out the window at the other teams, the one that hit all the teams with a balloon first would win. They always won. They played together well.
It was at times like this that she wondered why they were no longer together. Than she would remember. He was in too deep. She did not want love she wanted fun. It was the name of her game.
The cars parked one by one forming a circle around the edge of the parking lot. The headlights turned on. Creating a flood of light in the center of the asphalt. Each car tuned in the radio to match the other. Before them was a street dance.
It only took her a moment to be in the center of the dance area. Bodies played and ground with the other. With no thought to sex or person. As a group they danced, each body grinding and rubbing the other. A playful flirting of bodies.
He came up behind her. Pulled her ass into his groin and kissed the back of her neck. He was an awesome dancer. His body fit into hers, and she turned her head to his, his mouth kissed hers. He smiled with challenge and she took his dare.
Together the pair moved in tune of the song, as born lovers and dancers. His body guided, she swayed, they became one in the center of the headlights. Their friends moved to the edge of the parking lot watching as they danced.
As they moved as one to the rhythm of the song, as they became the seducer of bodies, as they became lovers completely infused, completely in sync with the other. That is truly what dancing is, Sex. The art of seduction. The ultimate freedom of connection.
They always had that mystery. He would guide her silently with a look, with a touch and she would follow. She would guide him with a smile a glance and he would oblige her silent command.
The circle of cars. Surrounding the pair as they danced. He undid her buttons, dropping her blouse on the ground. She smiled, undoing his shirt. He slide his hands over her breasts, her bra, pinching her nipples through the lacy material.
She played with his pecs, pressing her thumbs into his nipples, before her mouth reached over and sucked one slowly. His in take of breath was sharp, ragged. His hands came up under her skirt and cupped her bare ass. His fingernails dug into each cheek, pulling her flush, hard unto his pelvis.
His cock was hard, grinding into her. Commanding her attention. She lifted her leg, wrapped it around his waist, his hand came under her knee and held her there as his mouth crashed on hers. Lips tongue devouring her as he wanted to devour her with his hard cock.
He let go of her. His breathing matching her short pants. Grabbing her blouse from the parking lot ground he lead her to his car opened the door and nearly thrust her and her blouse inside. The drive out of the parking lot was short, he pulled her into him and his mouth once again claimed hers. Demanding. Giving. Taking.
She drank the sensual passion he was feeding her. Pulling their bodies from the inside of the car he placed her on the hood and entered her wet hot pussy with one thrust. Waiting. She smiled. She knew what he wanted. She lifted her hips up, and clenched her pussy over his cock at the same time rotating her hips in a circular motion.
He groaned. His voice was husky, needy as he leaned in close and whispered her name. “Too long baby.” He told her. “Way too long without you.” He slide out of her, all the way until only the head of his cock rested at her pussy entrance, only to enter her again, just as slowly.
She arched her back, raised her hips and met him. “Yeah. You like that.”
She grabbed his ass and pushed him in deeper. “Fuck me. Stop playing.”
He smiled “Why? Tell me why I should stop, I love teasing you, making you ride the edge.” He pulled out more “Want me to lick you?” He was cocky.
She let him go. “No. “
Her answered surprised him. “No?”
She looked him directly in the eye. Pushed her hips up, her cunt touched the tip of his cock leaking in precum. “Do you want me?”
“Fuck.”
He entered her. His cock slide into her wet pussy walls, thrusting hard. Faster. He pulled her into him as his body plunged into her welcome folds. His cum spilled from his head into her pussy and she smiled up at him.
“Do it baby! Cum now for me.”
She let go. Letting her juice flow over his cock. Clenching and tightening as she pulsed over his spilling cock.
“Fuck.” They said it together.
The moon was full high. Hanging in the black velvet blanket in awe. That is why this night of nights was born for her…
~~~~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~~~~~~
Fall 2008-The much awaited for new release "Forbidden Fruit" by Tilly Rivers!
Look for all of Tilly’s novels at www.wickedwords.com / www.amazon.com or select adult bookshops near you!
Tilly Rivers is one of North America’s top erotica writers: …at celebrity club promotions in the USA…she is the master of fantasy creation….
-----NY Times -----
2005 GAWA Award winning “Writer of the Year”
Tilly loves to hear from her fans and invites your feedback always. Contact her at tilly_rivers@hotmail.com
Note from Tilly:
….a mental playing field for your fantasies…
“ I have often been asked what it is like to be an erotica writer. The stereotype is that all erotica writers are horndogs, nymphos or the leaders in kink. I am pleased to announce that in my case this is absolutely true. Then add sexy, daring, hilarious, intelligent and a challenge, and you will discover the inside world of what makes my fantasy.”---Tilly Rivers ---
Circle of Cars
By Tilly Rivers
The moon was full high. Hanging in the black velvet blanket in awe. It was one of those nights were each star shone so clearly you could play connect-the-dots and create the clairvoyant signs. Like the zodiac pull of the planets the night was alive with the adventures to come.
She was very social and enjoyed the fun-loving light-hearted company that she was now surrounded with as opposed to serious philosophical conversation. Of course under the right circumstances she could and has conversed circles around the average so called theoretical type.
She never was too worried about tomorrow laughter was her drug of choice. Her life-path was about being versatile and progressive. Freedom and independence are of the utmost importance. She went about life completely unrestrained and abhors routine.
She craved stimuli and adventure never tolerating repetitive and ‘boring’. Her Key qualities were expansiveness, vision, adventure the constructive use of freedom. That is why this night of nights was born for her.
The car rumbled under her, the smell of tires burning on the pavement was still fresh from the race before her, she looked over and smiled at the man seating in the sports car next to her, the one she was racing against. She would take him. Her smiled widened.
As the car sat waiting for the flag to drop so they could begin the race her mind flooded with a thousand things, tricks, tips, dangers that had been pumped into her head for two days before the drag race from her friend.
Yet when the flag dropped her mind was a blank, her only thought was the enjoyment of the ride. The speed, the power of the machine around her, together they blended as one. Flesh and machine traveled down the blocked off pavement track.
The finish line approach to quickly, it was over, and she slowed down. Had she really driven that fast? A magic carpet ride along the highway?
She was pulled from the car with hands holding her close, pulling her in. Joyous cries rang. She won? Damn, had she? She really won?
His lips came down hard on hers, smiling, laughing, holding her, kissing her.
Her heart pounded within her, as her adrenaline pounded spreading, swirling. Landing with a liquid rush to her hot molten core.
What was he saying that he knew she could do it? That he had bet his car, was he crazy? His lips were on hers again. Damn she was wet. Needed the rush back, craved it, and did not want to step down from the high she was flying.
Want to go for a ride? Hell yes she did.
He drove this time. Fast, but not as nearly as fast as the race. Other cars were on this road. He had to harness the power. But she didn't. Leaning over she kissed his ear, flicked her tongue over, around, sliding her tongue down his neck tasting, savoring.
Biting gently hands explored down his chest, his eyes glanced from the road to her, road, and back to her. Her hand cupped him, gripping his hard erection through his pants.
Demanding. Wanting. She unzipped her treasure and slid her hand inside, touching him.
Feeling him grow even harder, how was that possible? He was rod iron. Her mouth claimed him
Inserting his rod into her wet channel while he drove. His hips jerked off the seat and he had to pull over quickly. He knew she was wet, hot, and heavy with her need. Crazy and he wanted to lick her, to taste her craziness.
To suck her clit between his lips until her juices went from dripping in his mouth to drenching his face. She would suck him, feast on his cock with the same ravishment, needing feed, stilling the hunger. Soon the pair were intertwined on the hood of the car, bodies licking, tasting, and sucking.
Her cunt was so hot, so wet, and oh so sweet, so fucking sweet, her mouth was so hot, so wet and oh so sweet. So fucking sweet.
When his cum poured from his head into her mouth he groaned her name. His cock plunged deeper into her wet mouth, her lips spread welcoming his cock deep, welcoming his cum. He could never get enough of her. Enough of her taste. Enough of her passion for life, for sex, for everything. He craved her.
Her pussy clenched over his tongue. She jerked off the roof of the car, her spasms quivering down her thighs, her legs. Fuck he was the best. He turned her clit to jelly with his tongue. He created magic visions in her mind and she nearly passed out as her juice flowed over his face.
“Don’t swallow baby.” He demanded. Coming up to her, his mouth covered in her juice he stuck his tongue inside her mouth, cum kissing her. Letting the other taste, lick and savor their blended liquid quintessence. She moaned. Her tongue licking his lips tasting her juice on him. He moaned. His tongue licking hers tasting his cum in her mouth.
They climbed back into the car and joined the group in the parking lot much later. They had planned on a game of car tag. Each team had four colored water balloons that they would toss out the window at the other teams, the one that hit all the teams with a balloon first would win. They always won. They played together well.
It was at times like this that she wondered why they were no longer together. Than she would remember. He was in too deep. She did not want love she wanted fun. It was the name of her game.
The cars parked one by one forming a circle around the edge of the parking lot. The headlights turned on. Creating a flood of light in the center of the asphalt. Each car tuned in the radio to match the other. Before them was a street dance.
It only took her a moment to be in the center of the dance area. Bodies played and ground with the other. With no thought to sex or person. As a group they danced, each body grinding and rubbing the other. A playful flirting of bodies.
He came up behind her. Pulled her ass into his groin and kissed the back of her neck. He was an awesome dancer. His body fit into hers, and she turned her head to his, his mouth kissed hers. He smiled with challenge and she took his dare.
Together the pair moved in tune of the song, as born lovers and dancers. His body guided, she swayed, they became one in the center of the headlights. Their friends moved to the edge of the parking lot watching as they danced.
As they moved as one to the rhythm of the song, as they became the seducer of bodies, as they became lovers completely infused, completely in sync with the other. That is truly what dancing is, Sex. The art of seduction. The ultimate freedom of connection.
They always had that mystery. He would guide her silently with a look, with a touch and she would follow. She would guide him with a smile a glance and he would oblige her silent command.
The circle of cars. Surrounding the pair as they danced. He undid her buttons, dropping her blouse on the ground. She smiled, undoing his shirt. He slide his hands over her breasts, her bra, pinching her nipples through the lacy material.
She played with his pecs, pressing her thumbs into his nipples, before her mouth reached over and sucked one slowly. His in take of breath was sharp, ragged. His hands came up under her skirt and cupped her bare ass. His fingernails dug into each cheek, pulling her flush, hard unto his pelvis.
His cock was hard, grinding into her. Commanding her attention. She lifted her leg, wrapped it around his waist, his hand came under her knee and held her there as his mouth crashed on hers. Lips tongue devouring her as he wanted to devour her with his hard cock.
He let go of her. His breathing matching her short pants. Grabbing her blouse from the parking lot ground he lead her to his car opened the door and nearly thrust her and her blouse inside. The drive out of the parking lot was short, he pulled her into him and his mouth once again claimed hers. Demanding. Giving. Taking.
She drank the sensual passion he was feeding her. Pulling their bodies from the inside of the car he placed her on the hood and entered her wet hot pussy with one thrust. Waiting. She smiled. She knew what he wanted. She lifted her hips up, and clenched her pussy over his cock at the same time rotating her hips in a circular motion.
He groaned. His voice was husky, needy as he leaned in close and whispered her name. “Too long baby.” He told her. “Way too long without you.” He slide out of her, all the way until only the head of his cock rested at her pussy entrance, only to enter her again, just as slowly.
She arched her back, raised her hips and met him. “Yeah. You like that.”
She grabbed his ass and pushed him in deeper. “Fuck me. Stop playing.”
He smiled “Why? Tell me why I should stop, I love teasing you, making you ride the edge.” He pulled out more “Want me to lick you?” He was cocky.
She let him go. “No. “
Her answered surprised him. “No?”
She looked him directly in the eye. Pushed her hips up, her cunt touched the tip of his cock leaking in precum. “Do you want me?”
“Fuck.”
He entered her. His cock slide into her wet pussy walls, thrusting hard. Faster. He pulled her into him as his body plunged into her welcome folds. His cum spilled from his head into her pussy and she smiled up at him.
“Do it baby! Cum now for me.”
She let go. Letting her juice flow over his cock. Clenching and tightening as she pulsed over his spilling cock.
“Fuck.” They said it together.
The moon was full high. Hanging in the black velvet blanket in awe. That is why this night of nights was born for her…
~~~~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~~~~~~
Fall 2008-The much awaited for new release "Forbidden Fruit" by Tilly Rivers!
For Immediate Release
New Talent or Amateur Dabbling?
Have hidden talents in art and photography been discovered within the soul of an author?
Toronto (ON)-As well as being a celebrity author, and radio host Tilly Rivers dabbles in photography and art. She states that her art has no style and she is sure there is not a name for her designs. She shrugs her shoulders and says she gives it a “Tilly Twist” letting her fingers guide her- the same she says as writing.
“I call it flying into the mist- and have been called the Misty Rider- when I go into this world my stories are alive-real- and the normal world no longer exists. I never really know when I am going to ‘fly’ and have often walked into poles, sat across from someone at a coffee shop with a sudden blank look, or lain in bed ready to sleep only to begin my journey into the mist instead, than before I know it my fingers guide the keyboard, the pastels- or the camera, sometimes I even write the old fashion way, with a pen!”
Tilly says she is by no means a professional photographer or artist, and envy’s the talent of those capable of capturing beauty on canvas or through the lens of a camera. “I simple dabble” she says with a smirk, “My stick people cry…and beg for an eraser to set them free” she laughs, “drawing portraits or reality is not my talent base, I always see things a bit differently from everyone else, and it is this world that is my inspiration in everything I do. I see an old stone gate, muddy leaf, or forgotten barns half fallen down and think- wow- that is so beautiful! It is history-a story- how many people passed through that gate during their path of life? How many farmers worked in that barn before it was abandoned? Why was it abandoned?” Rivers quirks her eyebrows, “What can I say, it’s just me.”
Her favorite artists are Kara Elsberry and Tom Phalen, and her favorite photographers are Tiffany Christine Morris, Edward Delgado, and Chuck Kochman.
The Erotica Goddess or Misty Rider? Rivers replies “Both.”
Does Tilly Rivers have other talents besides writing? Or is she, as she says, a dabbler? This, I will leave up to you, the reader to decide!
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Samples of Tilly Rivers’ photography and art are posted on her Facebook and MySpace Profiles. Rivers will be releasing Forbidden Fruit in the fall of 2008. Among her writing credits are best selling erotica anthologies, Seditious and Salacious, Award winning poetry book Just the Way It Is. Wisteria Moon has won several awards and honorable mentions. Other releases by Rivers are full length erotic romance novels; Master of his Destiny and Savage Freedom, Poetry books Perfumed Sheets and Rainy Day Musings. Rivers contributed and coordinated the release of Sensual Secrets. Her freelance contributions are both in traditional and online venues. Rivers is the winner of NAWA, three years in a row, NAPA winner two years running, and has received hundreds of awards and honorable mentions for erotica and poetry contributions, as well as a public speaker and radio host.
New Talent or Amateur Dabbling?
Have hidden talents in art and photography been discovered within the soul of an author?
Toronto (ON)-As well as being a celebrity author, and radio host Tilly Rivers dabbles in photography and art. She states that her art has no style and she is sure there is not a name for her designs. She shrugs her shoulders and says she gives it a “Tilly Twist” letting her fingers guide her- the same she says as writing.
“I call it flying into the mist- and have been called the Misty Rider- when I go into this world my stories are alive-real- and the normal world no longer exists. I never really know when I am going to ‘fly’ and have often walked into poles, sat across from someone at a coffee shop with a sudden blank look, or lain in bed ready to sleep only to begin my journey into the mist instead, than before I know it my fingers guide the keyboard, the pastels- or the camera, sometimes I even write the old fashion way, with a pen!”
Tilly says she is by no means a professional photographer or artist, and envy’s the talent of those capable of capturing beauty on canvas or through the lens of a camera. “I simple dabble” she says with a smirk, “My stick people cry…and beg for an eraser to set them free” she laughs, “drawing portraits or reality is not my talent base, I always see things a bit differently from everyone else, and it is this world that is my inspiration in everything I do. I see an old stone gate, muddy leaf, or forgotten barns half fallen down and think- wow- that is so beautiful! It is history-a story- how many people passed through that gate during their path of life? How many farmers worked in that barn before it was abandoned? Why was it abandoned?” Rivers quirks her eyebrows, “What can I say, it’s just me.”
Her favorite artists are Kara Elsberry and Tom Phalen, and her favorite photographers are Tiffany Christine Morris, Edward Delgado, and Chuck Kochman.
The Erotica Goddess or Misty Rider? Rivers replies “Both.”
Does Tilly Rivers have other talents besides writing? Or is she, as she says, a dabbler? This, I will leave up to you, the reader to decide!
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Samples of Tilly Rivers’ photography and art are posted on her Facebook and MySpace Profiles. Rivers will be releasing Forbidden Fruit in the fall of 2008. Among her writing credits are best selling erotica anthologies, Seditious and Salacious, Award winning poetry book Just the Way It Is. Wisteria Moon has won several awards and honorable mentions. Other releases by Rivers are full length erotic romance novels; Master of his Destiny and Savage Freedom, Poetry books Perfumed Sheets and Rainy Day Musings. Rivers contributed and coordinated the release of Sensual Secrets. Her freelance contributions are both in traditional and online venues. Rivers is the winner of NAWA, three years in a row, NAPA winner two years running, and has received hundreds of awards and honorable mentions for erotica and poetry contributions, as well as a public speaker and radio host.
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/Tilly-Rivers
Features- Host Tilly Rivers
Features Radio Show- with your host Tilly Rivers is the show that talks about Entertainment and Lifestyles, from wine, food, and cigars to same sex couples, straight couples, music, art an books. Be sure to visit often for this edgy mature late night radio show!
Author Tilly Rivers:
Born in rural Canada the youngest of a family of six, Tilly Rivers began her journey of challenging the status quo, pushing the limits of society and her peers at a very young age.
A pure thrill seeker, Rivers lives life to its fullest whether it is sky diving, horseback riding or dancing the night away!
As an internationally renowned best selling author and poet--Rivers is a muti-award winner for her Poetry and Erotica prose --a recipient of the American Writers--Writer of the Year award three years in a row.
Her erotica prose has sold hundreds of thousands of copies and she is hailed as one of the best in the industry, her poetry has won hundreds of awards, including the NAPA award. Her ability to capture her readers be it a fantasy or the raw feelings of her poetry has been publicly recognized as the best in the world.
Rivers has been featured in both traditional print and online articles and media outlets world wide--her celebrity status as author has gained her international attention. Yet her humble attitude and down-to-earth approach is just one of many of the reasons she is so popular.
Rivers hosted “Let’s Talk About It” on thatradio.com-for a brief time before beginning her own show “Features” beginning in May of 2008. Her fall release “Forbidden Fantasies” will be in ‘naughty’ bookshops and various online venues this fall. Rivers plans on touring Canada and the USA late fall/ winter 08/09-
Her career spanning the entertainment and business sectors, daring nature to try things a bit differently from the main stream, and zest for life creates a passionate platform for everything Tilly does.
Be sure to listen to the late night show “Features” with host Tilly Rivers and guests beginning May 1 2008!
Features Radio Show- with your host Tilly Rivers is the show that talks about Entertainment and Lifestyles, from wine, food, and cigars to same sex couples, straight couples, music, art an books. Be sure to visit often for this edgy mature late night radio show!
Author Tilly Rivers:
Born in rural Canada the youngest of a family of six, Tilly Rivers began her journey of challenging the status quo, pushing the limits of society and her peers at a very young age.
A pure thrill seeker, Rivers lives life to its fullest whether it is sky diving, horseback riding or dancing the night away!
As an internationally renowned best selling author and poet--Rivers is a muti-award winner for her Poetry and Erotica prose --a recipient of the American Writers--Writer of the Year award three years in a row.
Her erotica prose has sold hundreds of thousands of copies and she is hailed as one of the best in the industry, her poetry has won hundreds of awards, including the NAPA award. Her ability to capture her readers be it a fantasy or the raw feelings of her poetry has been publicly recognized as the best in the world.
Rivers has been featured in both traditional print and online articles and media outlets world wide--her celebrity status as author has gained her international attention. Yet her humble attitude and down-to-earth approach is just one of many of the reasons she is so popular.
Rivers hosted “Let’s Talk About It” on thatradio.com-for a brief time before beginning her own show “Features” beginning in May of 2008. Her fall release “Forbidden Fantasies” will be in ‘naughty’ bookshops and various online venues this fall. Rivers plans on touring Canada and the USA late fall/ winter 08/09-
Her career spanning the entertainment and business sectors, daring nature to try things a bit differently from the main stream, and zest for life creates a passionate platform for everything Tilly does.
Be sure to listen to the late night show “Features” with host Tilly Rivers and guests beginning May 1 2008!
Ten Things Every Partner Should Know About Intimacy!
By Tilly Rivers
© Tilly Rivers, Author, 2008
Of course we all know that we should never do anything that both partners are not open and comfortable with. Ask. And ask again…..real sexual enjoyment starts and finishes with confidence and trust in whom you have chosen to be intimate with!
Trying these tricks will be sure to set the stage for a relaxing, intimate and fun session of sexual connection with your partner.
1. Focus. When a partner feels beautiful, she/he acts, becomes beautiful. Her/his confidence grows, her/his boldness, daring elevates. She/he is not scared to reveal (in her/his mind) those knobbie knees, and not so cute elbows. She/he feels sensual and sexy from the inside out.
2. Time. Taking the time to explore the ‘whole’ package will reap you rewards. Caress, feel, and absorb her/his body. We all know the difference between a selfish “wham bam’, get my rocks off, about me partner (this can never be faked no matter how good you think you are at covering it up!). When she/he feels how much you are into her/him, she/he will give that back a hundred fold. For the men: The fact that men can’t visibly see when (unlike themselves) a woman is turned off, as we do not loose an erection, tends to confuse men, thus they hurry things, and as a result they miss out on a woman’s full passion ability.
3. Communication. Tell her/him what turns you on. Before. During, after sex. Women/men as a rule are vain creatures and want to hear how ‘hot’ only she/he is making you. Again be careful. It is better to be silent if you do not mean it. This can not be faked either. If a woman/ man seems under active, it is often because she/he is scared of doing the wrong thing, like touching him/her incorrectly. Instructions can be fun if you let them!
4. The importance of knowing your partner intimately. Tenderness. Constant awareness of what your partner is feeling. Lovers should learn to watch one another masturbate, to explore, learn, and give. Freely. To taste. (Cossolette) the natural perfume of a woman.
5. Confidence. The tough-tender mixture. Inner strength not outward muscle, the essence of you, not the physical attributes, knowing he/she is confident, carries himself/herself accordingly is a real turn on for most partners. That isn’t to say that ‘clumsy’ moments can not happen or be fun while having sex (for example head into wall) when you are relaxed, open and confident with your partner you will be able to laugh at these moments and go on.
6. Balance. Rough or Gentle? Both. One. The mood will shift, and when you know your partner you will be able to sense it. Strength-skill-control. There should be times when you are happy to let him/her do every thing and others when you need to control. Great sex can be wildly violent but never cruel. No one can be a good lover if they do not regard their partner as an equal; the ‘divine gift of lechery’ makes the ideal lover. Equal passion.
7. Presume. Never think that what excites one will work just as well for another. Relearn each other’s bodies. The main ‘parts’ may be the same, but their ‘sensitive or trigger zones’ will vary. If you presume you will have a neutral passive ‘taking’ of the other instead of mutual sharing passion. Fire.
8. Breasts. A lot of men still do not understand about breasts. They hurry. For some women her nipples are a direct hot line to her clitoris. Palm brushing, eye lid brushing, licking, sucking, breast stimulus (head to tail, her on top, man sitting woman kneeling) are a major turn on for a lot of women.
9. The butt is recorded to be a major erogenous zone in both sexes. This requires stronger stimulation, holding, kneading, slapping, and taking from behind. Each of these acts are pleasures in them selves.
10. Skin. Touch. The smell and feel of a man/woman (s) skin probably has more to do with the attraction / repulsion than any other feature. Skin stimulation is a major factor. Touch. Texture. Temperature. Taste.
Tilly Rivers has written over seven erotica novels, has been on the best sellers list, won many awards and is considered an international celebrity author and guest speaker. Look for her novels on Amazon, and in select sexual book shops near you.
Look for her new 2008 fall release “Forbidden Fruit” on Amazon, and in select book shops this fall.
This article can be reproduced if copied in its entirety, and with full credit line given to the author, Tilly Rivers.
By Tilly Rivers
© Tilly Rivers, Author, 2008
Of course we all know that we should never do anything that both partners are not open and comfortable with. Ask. And ask again…..real sexual enjoyment starts and finishes with confidence and trust in whom you have chosen to be intimate with!
Trying these tricks will be sure to set the stage for a relaxing, intimate and fun session of sexual connection with your partner.
1. Focus. When a partner feels beautiful, she/he acts, becomes beautiful. Her/his confidence grows, her/his boldness, daring elevates. She/he is not scared to reveal (in her/his mind) those knobbie knees, and not so cute elbows. She/he feels sensual and sexy from the inside out.
2. Time. Taking the time to explore the ‘whole’ package will reap you rewards. Caress, feel, and absorb her/his body. We all know the difference between a selfish “wham bam’, get my rocks off, about me partner (this can never be faked no matter how good you think you are at covering it up!). When she/he feels how much you are into her/him, she/he will give that back a hundred fold. For the men: The fact that men can’t visibly see when (unlike themselves) a woman is turned off, as we do not loose an erection, tends to confuse men, thus they hurry things, and as a result they miss out on a woman’s full passion ability.
3. Communication. Tell her/him what turns you on. Before. During, after sex. Women/men as a rule are vain creatures and want to hear how ‘hot’ only she/he is making you. Again be careful. It is better to be silent if you do not mean it. This can not be faked either. If a woman/ man seems under active, it is often because she/he is scared of doing the wrong thing, like touching him/her incorrectly. Instructions can be fun if you let them!
4. The importance of knowing your partner intimately. Tenderness. Constant awareness of what your partner is feeling. Lovers should learn to watch one another masturbate, to explore, learn, and give. Freely. To taste. (Cossolette) the natural perfume of a woman.
5. Confidence. The tough-tender mixture. Inner strength not outward muscle, the essence of you, not the physical attributes, knowing he/she is confident, carries himself/herself accordingly is a real turn on for most partners. That isn’t to say that ‘clumsy’ moments can not happen or be fun while having sex (for example head into wall) when you are relaxed, open and confident with your partner you will be able to laugh at these moments and go on.
6. Balance. Rough or Gentle? Both. One. The mood will shift, and when you know your partner you will be able to sense it. Strength-skill-control. There should be times when you are happy to let him/her do every thing and others when you need to control. Great sex can be wildly violent but never cruel. No one can be a good lover if they do not regard their partner as an equal; the ‘divine gift of lechery’ makes the ideal lover. Equal passion.
7. Presume. Never think that what excites one will work just as well for another. Relearn each other’s bodies. The main ‘parts’ may be the same, but their ‘sensitive or trigger zones’ will vary. If you presume you will have a neutral passive ‘taking’ of the other instead of mutual sharing passion. Fire.
8. Breasts. A lot of men still do not understand about breasts. They hurry. For some women her nipples are a direct hot line to her clitoris. Palm brushing, eye lid brushing, licking, sucking, breast stimulus (head to tail, her on top, man sitting woman kneeling) are a major turn on for a lot of women.
9. The butt is recorded to be a major erogenous zone in both sexes. This requires stronger stimulation, holding, kneading, slapping, and taking from behind. Each of these acts are pleasures in them selves.
10. Skin. Touch. The smell and feel of a man/woman (s) skin probably has more to do with the attraction / repulsion than any other feature. Skin stimulation is a major factor. Touch. Texture. Temperature. Taste.
Tilly Rivers has written over seven erotica novels, has been on the best sellers list, won many awards and is considered an international celebrity author and guest speaker. Look for her novels on Amazon, and in select sexual book shops near you.
Look for her new 2008 fall release “Forbidden Fruit” on Amazon, and in select book shops this fall.
This article can be reproduced if copied in its entirety, and with full credit line given to the author, Tilly Rivers.
Celebrity Author Tilly Rivers Cancels Photo Shoot
Author Tilly Rivers cancels recent photo shoot- this erotica Goddess- with a new fall release- is currently 'under the weather' and has taken some time off to recoup-these two pictures though will be sure to delight fans until Rivers once more shows the world why she is the best!And I Wonder
I find my self starting out the window
Looking at hills of snow that nature so quickly added to the landscape
And I wonder
If you too are looking at the snow?
I find myself savoring the taste of wine on my tongue
The aroma wafts from the glass from the clear liquid
And I wonder
If you too are tasting the wine?
I find myself lifting my face to the brief flashes of warmth generated from the sun
The smile is pure, tranquil
And I wonder
If you too are feeling the heat from the sun?
I find myself thinking of you
All the time
And I wonder
If you too are thinking of me?
I find myself asking the question
Again
The same question that rolls around in my mind
Will he ever love me- as I love him?
How long can I wait until he discovers the truth?
I find myself with tears in my eyes
For I know
That forever we will be friends
And I wonder
If my heart will be able to bear it?
Looking at hills of snow that nature so quickly added to the landscape
And I wonder
If you too are looking at the snow?
I find myself savoring the taste of wine on my tongue
The aroma wafts from the glass from the clear liquid
And I wonder
If you too are tasting the wine?
I find myself lifting my face to the brief flashes of warmth generated from the sun
The smile is pure, tranquil
And I wonder
If you too are feeling the heat from the sun?
I find myself thinking of you
All the time
And I wonder
If you too are thinking of me?
I find myself asking the question
Again
The same question that rolls around in my mind
Will he ever love me- as I love him?
How long can I wait until he discovers the truth?
I find myself with tears in my eyes
For I know
That forever we will be friends
And I wonder
If my heart will be able to bear it?
Another review: I am blushing!
“I can not wait to finish reading the complete version of “Forbidden Fruit” by Tilly Rivers- Amazingly- she has done it again- this will be in the running for another award- “
Cian Thomas, Ralph Magazine- Australia.
Cian Thomas, Ralph Magazine- Australia.
Tilly Rivers Review for coming soon release
“The difference between Tilly Rivers’ erotica and other erotica writers is her ability to please both men and women, she captures the reader, projecting them into her fantasies. Her celebrity status, best selling accomplishments and awards are well deserved. Her next release “Forbidden Fruit” enhances an already impressive list of accomplishments.”
Matt Hanines. BOINK magazine, Boston, USA
Matt Hanines. BOINK magazine, Boston, USA
What Every Woman Wants a Man to Know!
10 Things
By Tilly Rivers
Ten things every man should know about women….
The first rule always to follow is this: never do anything that both of you are not open and comfortable with. Ask. And ask again…..
1. Focus. When a woman feels beautiful, she acts, becomes beautiful. Her confidence grows, her boldness, daring elevates. She is not scared to reveal (in her mind) those knobby knees, and not so cute elbows. She feels beautiful from the inside out.
2. Time. Taking the time to explore the ‘whole’ package of a woman will reap you rewards. Caress, feel, and absorb her body. A woman knows the difference (just as a man does) between a selfish “wham bam’, get my rocks off, about me (this can never be faked no matter how good you think you are at covering it up) for me, god I guess I have to give foreplay: attention. When she feels how much you are into her, she will give that back a hundred fold. The fact that men can’t visibly see when (unlike themselves) a woman is turned off, as we do not loose an erection, tends to confuse men and hurry things, as a result they miss out on a woman’s full passion ability.
3. Communication. Tell her what turns you on. Before. During, after sex. Women as a rule are vain creatures and want to hear how ‘hot’ only she is making you. Again be careful. It is better to be silent if you do not mean it. This can not be faked either. If a woman seems under active, it is often because she is scared of doing the wrong thing, like touching him when he is trying not to cum. Tell us if you see us at a loss.
4. The importance of knowing a woman intimately. Tenderness. Constant awareness of what your partner is feeling. Lovers should learn to watch one another masturbate, to explore, learn, and give. Freely. To taste. (Cossolette) the natural perfume of a woman.
5. Confidence. The tough-tender mixture. Inner strength not outward muscle, the essence of you, not the physical attributes, knowing he is confident, carries himself accordingly is a real turn on for a woman. That isn’t to say that ‘clumsy’ moments can not happen or be fun while having sex (for example head into wall) when you are relaxed, open and confident with your partner you will be able to laugh at these moments and go on.
6. Balance. Rough or Gentle? Both. One. The mood will shift, and when you know your partner you will be able to sense it. Strength-skill-control. There should be times when you are happy to let him do every thing and others when you need to control. Great sex can be wildly violent but never cruel. No one can be a good lover if they do not regard their partner as an equal; the ‘divine gift of lechery’ makes the ideal lover. Equal passion.
7. Presume. Never think that what excites one will work just as well for another. Relearn each other’s bodies. The main ‘parts’ may be the same, but their ‘sensitive or trigger zones’ will vary. If you presume you will have a neutral passive ‘taking’ of the other instead of mutual sharing passion. Fire.
8. Breasts. A lot of men still do not understand about breasts. They hurry. For some women her nipples are a direct hot line to her clitoris. Palm brushing, eye lid brushing, licking, sucking, breast stimulus (head to tail, her on top, man sitting woman kneeling) are a major turn on for a lot of women.
9. The butt is recorded to be a major erogenous zone in both sexes. This requires stronger stimulation, holding, kneading, slapping, and taking her from behind. Each of these acts are pleasures them selves.
10. Skin. Touch. The smell and feel of a man’s skin probably has more to do with the attraction / repulsion than any other feature. Skin stimulation is a major factor. Touch. Texture. Temperature. Taste.
By Tilly Rivers
Ten things every man should know about women….
The first rule always to follow is this: never do anything that both of you are not open and comfortable with. Ask. And ask again…..
1. Focus. When a woman feels beautiful, she acts, becomes beautiful. Her confidence grows, her boldness, daring elevates. She is not scared to reveal (in her mind) those knobby knees, and not so cute elbows. She feels beautiful from the inside out.
2. Time. Taking the time to explore the ‘whole’ package of a woman will reap you rewards. Caress, feel, and absorb her body. A woman knows the difference (just as a man does) between a selfish “wham bam’, get my rocks off, about me (this can never be faked no matter how good you think you are at covering it up) for me, god I guess I have to give foreplay: attention. When she feels how much you are into her, she will give that back a hundred fold. The fact that men can’t visibly see when (unlike themselves) a woman is turned off, as we do not loose an erection, tends to confuse men and hurry things, as a result they miss out on a woman’s full passion ability.
3. Communication. Tell her what turns you on. Before. During, after sex. Women as a rule are vain creatures and want to hear how ‘hot’ only she is making you. Again be careful. It is better to be silent if you do not mean it. This can not be faked either. If a woman seems under active, it is often because she is scared of doing the wrong thing, like touching him when he is trying not to cum. Tell us if you see us at a loss.
4. The importance of knowing a woman intimately. Tenderness. Constant awareness of what your partner is feeling. Lovers should learn to watch one another masturbate, to explore, learn, and give. Freely. To taste. (Cossolette) the natural perfume of a woman.
5. Confidence. The tough-tender mixture. Inner strength not outward muscle, the essence of you, not the physical attributes, knowing he is confident, carries himself accordingly is a real turn on for a woman. That isn’t to say that ‘clumsy’ moments can not happen or be fun while having sex (for example head into wall) when you are relaxed, open and confident with your partner you will be able to laugh at these moments and go on.
6. Balance. Rough or Gentle? Both. One. The mood will shift, and when you know your partner you will be able to sense it. Strength-skill-control. There should be times when you are happy to let him do every thing and others when you need to control. Great sex can be wildly violent but never cruel. No one can be a good lover if they do not regard their partner as an equal; the ‘divine gift of lechery’ makes the ideal lover. Equal passion.
7. Presume. Never think that what excites one will work just as well for another. Relearn each other’s bodies. The main ‘parts’ may be the same, but their ‘sensitive or trigger zones’ will vary. If you presume you will have a neutral passive ‘taking’ of the other instead of mutual sharing passion. Fire.
8. Breasts. A lot of men still do not understand about breasts. They hurry. For some women her nipples are a direct hot line to her clitoris. Palm brushing, eye lid brushing, licking, sucking, breast stimulus (head to tail, her on top, man sitting woman kneeling) are a major turn on for a lot of women.
9. The butt is recorded to be a major erogenous zone in both sexes. This requires stronger stimulation, holding, kneading, slapping, and taking her from behind. Each of these acts are pleasures them selves.
10. Skin. Touch. The smell and feel of a man’s skin probably has more to do with the attraction / repulsion than any other feature. Skin stimulation is a major factor. Touch. Texture. Temperature. Taste.
~Am I Blushing?~
Serious Prasie!
“Tilly Rivers takes you within the fantasy. You are not reading words, you are part of the story, you become the lover.”
Matt Hanines. BOINK magazine, Boston, USA
“Tilly Rivers is the hottest erotica writer. If you have not read her…you must be living in Bedrock…first name Fred? She sets your heart beating and your mind racing, she is erotica uncharted.”
-Lou Rossani. Toronto, Canada
“If you want to discover the truth behind erotica, discover Tilly. She takes me with her every step of each fantasy creation she spins.”
Cian Thomas, Ralph Magazine- Australia.
"As soon as you read one of Tilly’s creations of fantasy you will understand why she is not only the best in the industry but an award winning author."
Chuck Harris, President, North American Writers Association.
-Lou Rossani. Toronto, Canada
“If you want to discover the truth behind erotica, discover Tilly. She takes me with her every step of each fantasy creation she spins.”
Cian Thomas, Ralph Magazine- Australia.
"As soon as you read one of Tilly’s creations of fantasy you will understand why she is not only the best in the industry but an award winning author."
Chuck Harris, President, North American Writers Association.
Over a Hundred ThousandCopies Sold!
Salacious is yet another explosive collection of erotic short stories by Tilly Rivers. As the GAWA “Writer of the year” she once again proves why she is the best in the industry!
Derek Downsland, Manhattan, NY Says:
Tilly Rivers, hats off to you…you are the real thing…I love your prose, your attitude and you girl not only are the "Sex Goddess" but the best erotica queen of ink I have ever had the privilege to read and interview.
Reprinted with permission from Peter Brooks Publications Inc
Derek Downsland, Manhattan, NY Says:
Tilly Rivers, hats off to you…you are the real thing…I love your prose, your attitude and you girl not only are the "Sex Goddess" but the best erotica queen of ink I have ever had the privilege to read and interview.
Reprinted with permission from Peter Brooks Publications Inc
Straight Talk Magazine Publications Luc Debar Quotes: “I know this, after reading Tilly Rivers’ book I could not wait to meet the face behind the prose. I was not disappointed. She is a sweet combination of lady, talent, intelligence and sexual lure. Tilly Rivers is the flame that draws you the moth into her lure, and it was my pleasure to meet her.”
Reprinted with permission from Straight Talk Publications
Reprinted with permission from Straight Talk Publications
Who Is Tilly Rivers
Born in rural Canada the youngest of a family of six, Tilly Rivers began her journey of challenging the status quo, pushing the limits of society and her peers at a very young age.A pure thrill seeker, Rivers lives life to its fullest whether it is sky diving, horseback riding or dancing the night away!
As an internationally renowned author and poet--Rivers is a muti-award winner for her Poetry and Erotica prose --a recipient of the American Writers--Writer of the Year award three years in a row.
Her erotica prose has sold hundreds of thousands of copies and she is hailed as one of the best in the industry, while at the opposite end of the scale, her poetry has won hundreds of awards. Her ability to capture her readers be it a fantasy or the raw feelings of her poetry has been publicly recognized as the best in the world.
Rivers has been featured in both traditional print and online articles and media outlets world wide--her celebrity status as author has gained her international attention. Yet her humble attitude and down-to-earth approach is just one of many of the reasons she is so popular.
Rivers opened the doors to her own publishing house, much to the disappointment of the USA based publisher in whom she was published— and in the past four plus years Rivers, CEO of Rain Publishing, and now Rain Enterprises Inc. has lead the organization to great success as a mid sized independent publishing great.
In 2007, under Tilly’s leadership, the Rain organization has grown to include Rain Books, Rain Publishing, Rain Products and Rain Productions. Each company is run independently under the Rain Enterprises Inc. banner.
Her career spanning the entertainment and business sectors, daring nature to try things a bit differently from the main stream, and zest for life will creates a passionate platform for everything Tilly does.
As an internationally renowned author and poet--Rivers is a muti-award winner for her Poetry and Erotica prose --a recipient of the American Writers--Writer of the Year award three years in a row.
Her erotica prose has sold hundreds of thousands of copies and she is hailed as one of the best in the industry, while at the opposite end of the scale, her poetry has won hundreds of awards. Her ability to capture her readers be it a fantasy or the raw feelings of her poetry has been publicly recognized as the best in the world.
Rivers has been featured in both traditional print and online articles and media outlets world wide--her celebrity status as author has gained her international attention. Yet her humble attitude and down-to-earth approach is just one of many of the reasons she is so popular.
Rivers opened the doors to her own publishing house, much to the disappointment of the USA based publisher in whom she was published— and in the past four plus years Rivers, CEO of Rain Publishing, and now Rain Enterprises Inc. has lead the organization to great success as a mid sized independent publishing great.
In 2007, under Tilly’s leadership, the Rain organization has grown to include Rain Books, Rain Publishing, Rain Products and Rain Productions. Each company is run independently under the Rain Enterprises Inc. banner.
Her career spanning the entertainment and business sectors, daring nature to try things a bit differently from the main stream, and zest for life will creates a passionate platform for everything Tilly does.
WELCOME
WELCOME
Tilly Rivers welcomes you to her blog!
Here you will learn about her journey to becoming one of the most popular erotica authors ever. How she sold hundreds of thousands of copies of her prose, was on the best selling list- not once, not twice but seven times! Won many awards for both her erotica and poetry prose!
Her journey will take you into the inside world of celebrity status!
Come along...and enjoy the ride...as we fly into the mist.......
These stories will be sure to amaze you, as we walk along the steps of how a small town girl became an award winning celebrity author!
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