Selena is so fantastic, she asked me to guest here again! Totally, wonderfully fabulous of her!

Anyway, so this time I thought I'd ask about games: board games, bedroom games, RPG's, LOL! I like them all, I have to say, and considering "Viva Los Regalos: Cocked Dice" takes place in a paranormal Vegas, it seemed appropriate :D

I love to play cards, everything from poker to Uno, LOL! Canasta and Michigan Rummy have to be my favorite card games to play in a group, but my hands down favorite card game to play is Cribbage. It has everything a good card game needs to be perfect: a dash of luck, a bit of strategy, and the chance to hit it really big on something your opponent discards. So what about you all, what card games do you play?

RPG's are another thing I was really into for a long time. I played White Wolf's "Vampire the Masquerade" and "Werewolf: The Apocalypse" for many, many years. Had a great time sitting around throwing dice and an even better time cosplaying. ROFL, my adoration and fascination with vamps, weres, and myths of the night started long before VtM ever came into existence, but those games gave my inner writer many, many hours of creative joy and allowed the exhibitionist in me to live it up pretending to be a powerful vampire and a cunning werewolf.

Bedroom games, though, well those can be the best games to play. Whether it's dressing up or role reversal, sometimes all you need for a super hot night in the hay is a little bit of imagination and a willing partner. I've done it all from the French Maid to the Dominatrix and had a blast with it. Sure, there were plenty of laughs during some of the scenarios, but I find that laughter in bed can be a terrific aphrodisiac. How about you, readers? What are some of your favorite bedroom games?

In the spirit of games, I thought you might like to see a little play from Amy, Adyan, and Vince. This excerpt is explicit and contains homoeroticism. I hope you enjoy it!

Viva Los Regalos: Cocked Dice by Emma Ray Garrett
copyright 2008
All Rights Reserved

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“So, Vince, now that you’ve got me all to yourself, what do you want?”

Vince tried to shift away from Adyan so he could turn and face him, but the other man wasn’t budging. Unless he wanted to elbow Adyan in the stomach, he wasn’t going anywhere. That made talking to his boss more difficult, since that was why he’d asked Amy to go relax. It was a little hard (more than a little) to concentrate on words when his cock stood at attention.

Vince cleared his throat. “So, uh, how is this sharing thing supposed to work? Do I have to schedule in time with Amy or, uh, you know?”

Adyan pressed his hips hard to Vince’s ass, the feel of an engorged cock unmistakable. “The sharing thing works however it needs to. With Amy or not. And right now, I’m thinking I want to share all kinds of pleasure with you.”

The seductive, silken words whispered over the side of Vince’s neck, bringing his prick to painful erection. South of the border, his body agreed with Adyan. Sharing wasn’t going to be a problem and he couldn’t remember why he’d thought it might be.

“Mmm, so warm.” A powerful hand smoothed up Vince’s back, over his shoulder, finally moving over the hard muscles of his chest, slowly slipping downward, over his belly, to hover just above the snap of his jeans.

“Uh.” Vincent’s stomach did flip-flops behind his navel. Adyan’s potent scent and powerful charisma made his head spin.

Fast enough to make Vince stumble, Adyan pulled back and rounded the dinette. “Let’s clean up. I’d hate to make a mess all over Amy’s floor when I bend you over the table.”

Lust rushed strong and primal through Vince. His fangs descended and sex pheromones pumped through his skin. Adyan’s mouth opened, much like the cat he was, as he tasted Vincent’s scent on the air. Amber-gold eyes grew dark and hungry and all teasing left Adyan’s face.

“Hurry up.”

Vince moved with efficient movements to clear the table. The last remnants of their meal barely made it to the garbage before he rounded on Adyan, pressing the bigger man against the counter, and burying both his hands in thick, silken, onyx hair. Adyan growled and showed his teeth. Vince replied in kind before calling his magic up and rolling the cat-man beneath an inescapable wave of need.

Vince pressed his mouth to Adyan’s shirt, using his teeth to prick the cloth and the skin beneath it. Another growl rumbled under his lips, but Vince ignored the warning. He looked up into cat eyes and tightened his grip against his boss’ scalp. “Take off your shirt.”

Adyan lifted a brow, but stepped back. Vince released him and watched, entranced, as the other man pulled the shirt over his head. Smooth, caramel-brown skin laid bare and Vince clenched his jaw to keep from biting the other man. His gaze lasered in on one dark, tight nipple and he lunged for it.

As his mouth connected with hot flesh, Vincent slid his palms over the large, powerful muscles of Adyan’s arms, shoulders, and belly. Strong as he was, his own body honed and defined, Adyan’s physique was so much more. More masculine, more muscled, more graceful. Vince’s cock throbbed and his teeth ached.

He swirled his tongue over the tiny button of flesh between his teeth. Adyan groaned and Vincent bit down. The bigger man shuddered. And took control. Pulling Vince’s hair, Adyan tugged him off his nipple and shoved backward. Vincent’s hip thudded against the table.

“Another time, we’ll switch positions. Right now, though, I’m going to bury my cock in your ass.”

Vince swallowed hard as he watched Adyan head toward the kitchen counter. He took a bottle of olive oil from the shelf next to the stove. Vince frowned. “What’s that for?”

“I’m not wandering off to find lube. Extra virgin olive oil makes an excellent lubricant. It doesn’t get sticky, and it’s all natural.”

Vincent blushed. He’d never thought of using anything but Anal Eze. Well, once butter, but it had been an embarrassing mess afterward.

“Now, get undressed.”

Vincent’s fingers turned clumsy as he tried to unbutton his shirt and jeans. Adyan set the glass bottle on the table and took over, popping fasteners one by one. And looked straight into Vince’s eyes as he did so. When his shirt was off and his cock dangled free from his jeans, Adyan looked down and took in the other man’s wares.

“Nice.”

Without any pretense, Adyan slipped to his knees and took Vince’s cock in his hands. He pumped the engorged shaft, making sure to tease the sensitive spot beneath the crown. When Vincent slumped against the table, Adyan pressed his lips to the head and then opened wide.

Vince cried out at the first hot lick of rough tongue over his cock. Adyan was very good, his tongue and teeth making Vincent’s prick harder and harder. His boss took his balls in one hand, rolling the soft flesh, and swallowed. Vince nearly fell to the floor, would have if Adyan’s large body wasn’t positioned between his legs.

Adyan worked his throat around Vince’s cock. He let the saliva build up in his mouth, easing the way. The extra wetness making Vince pump his hips slightly. Damn, he felt so good. He wanted to blow his wad down Adyan’s throat, then kiss the mouth that pleasured him deep enough to taste himself. When Adyan pulled away, Vince looked down and saw a shimmering strand connecting them. Adyan gave one last long lick, from balls all the way up to the salty tip, before rising from the floor.

Vince’s head spun. His cock jerked, ready to come, and his heart pounded.

“Turn around.”

Trembling, Vincent complied. Adyan pressed a warm hand against the middle of his back, guiding him into position. The cold table top stole Vince’s breath, as did the cool edge against his overheated cock. The first drizzle of oil along his crack made him jump, but Adyan soothed away his anxiety with a soft caress.

“Spread your legs, Vince. And spread your cheeks. I want to see you.”

Face and neck heated by an aroused blush, Vince moved his feet further apart. With shaking hands, he dug his fingers into his butt and opened his body to Adyan’s gaze. More oil trickled over his asshole, followed by warm fingertips. Adyan pressed against his sphincter, slipping in one finger and adding more oil with each small thrust.

The oil felt slick, cooler than his body at first, but it warmed quickly. When Adyan added a second finger, Vince moaned. It felt so good, the deep slow penetration, which his lover then drew out in long, curved finger motion to stimulate his prostate. Vince’s balls drew tight. Too much more fingering and he’d come all over Amy’s pristine kitchen floor.

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Food play can be fun! And yes, olive oil makes a fine, natural lubricant. As a side note, ladies should keep in mind to avoid any food play near our pussies with things that contain sugar - unless you plan to thoroughly wash before sex. Never put sweet things inside of your body - sugar and the warm inside of us do not go together well and can often lead to serious infections.