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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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.

For Immediate Release
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 CafĂ©- 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.”

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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

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.
Tilly Rivers is a trademarked brand!


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!