Penis Science: Bigger Not Always Better for Penis Size

Now for a completely random topic. :)

I saw this article from April 8 on Nature online. It's about female preferences for male body type and genitalia. Rock on, eh? Here's a little tidbit:

Researchers report today that penis size does matter to women — though within limits. The finding suggests that women’s preferences could have fuelled the evolution of the human male penis, which is longer and thicker than that of any other primate.

And I sure do appreciate it. :)

The study they're referring to used computer generated images of males and asked a sample of Australian women to rate their sexual attractiveness.

Apparently there are diminishing returns for extreme size. (No freaking wonder! Come on, people! But you know, now the scientists have data.) Specifically:

The data showed an upside-down-U-shaped curve for each trait. The women considered taller men with a more masculine body type (indicated by a larger shoulder-to-hip-size ratio) and longer penis to be more attractive, but not without limits — there were diminishing returns for extreme size, and men with substantially larger-than average features were not found much more attractive than those with only slightly above-average features.

That's our penis science lesson for today, folks. If you want more, read the article.

Giveaway Winner!! Lucky in Love Blog Hop

Thanks to all of the hoppers who streamed through my virtual doors over the weekend! It was a fun blog hop with Carrie Ann Ryan's Lucky in Love hop for St. Patrick's Day.

A very helpful random number generator volunteering its services online aided me in choosing a winner of my $10 Amazon gift card.

The winner is…..Krysykat! I've already sent her prize, so that'll be a fun surprise!

Have a GREAT Tuesday!

Riding the Waves FREE on Amazon Sunday and Monday!

I have a lovely FREE promotion for you today! Riding the Waves, an erotic romance, will be FREE on Amazon Kindle March 17th and 18th. You can grab your copy here.

Riding the Waves is an erotic romance short story (Approx. 7,800 words), and is intended for an adult audience only (as are all Layla Skylar books). 

Elsie Matthews is in desperate need of a break. She takes a trip with a friend to take a surfing lesson on the Oregon Coast. There she meets the one who got away. She hasn’t seen Davin Sanders in eight years, but remembers turning him down all of the many times he asked her out. Then he moved away, and she’s fantasized about seeing him again ever since. Except this Davin is all grown up and sexier than her wildest dreams. She let him get away the first time. And she’s not about to let Davin Sanders get away again.

Excerpt:

“Are you sure this is everything we need?” Elsie Matthews asked, eying the pile of gear her friend Amy Hanson had piled on the surf store counter.

Amy checked a list she’d helpfully prepared before hand. Some people had the planning knack, and others didn’t. That was for sure.

“That’s it,” the planner informed her.

Elsie whipped out her rewards card. She was saving for a trip to Hawaii at the end of the school year. Her final year of veterinary school. The biggie. She was freaking out a little about how much her life would change in the next year. Thus the last-minute surf lesson on the Oregon coast.

Amy rolled her eyes as Elsie paid for the whole venture. What the heck? Her parents paid her credit card bill as long as she was in school, and Amy didn’t have any such sweet deal.

After all, Amy had planned this trip because Elsie needed it, not vice-versa.

They gathered up their bags and turned to go, but when Elsie turned it was smack into a well-muscled chest. She instantly backed up a pace, glaring up at the stranger. Her first impression was of a boyishly handsome man, obviously quite fit, with a two-day growth of reddish-brown stubble.

He grinned. “Hey.”

Did she know him from somewhere? “Hey, yourself,” she said, still feeling thrown off balance. She could swear she knew him, but the where, when, why, and how of it wasn’t coming back to her.

She hefted all of her new gear and made to slip past him. Instead, she managed to bump into him with what seemed to be every bag in her possession. Did they have to cram so many shelves into this place? She huffed, trying for some semblance of composure as she felt a blush rising to her cheeks.

She finally squeaked past and made it to the door, which Amy was helpfully holding open for her.

“Have a good one, Elsie,” came his voice behind her. She looked back at him, but he was leaning on the counter and talking to the woman at the cash register. She tried again to place him, feeling like a jerk, but still couldn’t figure how they knew each other. Wouldn’t she remember him? He was hot.

It wasn’t until hours later, when she was having a second cocktail with Amy at a bayside restaurant, that Elsie placed the hottie. “Oh!” she practically shouted. “We went to high school together.”

Amy looked at her like she’d lost it. “No. We didn’t go to high school together, hon. We met first year of vet school, remember? The whole Ethan thing?” She smirked.

“I remember the Ethan thing,” Elsie admitted. “That boy was too smoking hot for his own good.”

“I know. He flunked out first year because he was taking all the ladies up on the sex. Too tired to do his homework.”

Elsie giggled, the second martini hitting her. She felt a little hot, and just a little dizzy. But also happy. For tonight—maybe this whole weekend—she could ignore the decisions that had to be made, and how much her life would change after this year. It was the end of hiding behind books and school. She had to figure out exactly what she would be up to ten months from now. And she didn’t have the first clue how to get started.

But that was for later. She and Amy finished their drinks, and went back to their rooms. Elsie switched on the TV, but switched it off again a few minutes later. Her thoughts returned to the surf shop hottie.

Davin Sanders.

A close call from high school. Davin had looked at her far more than twice when she’d started at their small-town school. She’d shot him down repeatedly when he asked to take her out.

And then he disappeared. She heard from one of the other girls that he moved—and wished then she’d taken him up on a date.

No matter.

She could always visualize.

And visualize she did, thinking up the kinkiest things she could with Davin’s body inserted in all of her freeze-frames. That reddish-brown stubble. That was new. He didn’t have that in high school. The muscle definition, either.

Before long she was all hot and bothered. She smoothed her hands over her breasts and tweaked her nipples, hard. With a moan, she let one breast go and her fingers traveled down her belly. Soft touches graced her thighs, and between them, until she drove a finger into her pussy, gasping in need.

It might not be him, but she could always imagine.

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Please stop by (here) and get your copy while Riding the Waves is free. And then, when you like it, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or buying another of my reasonably priced ebooks. I'll reward you with more steamy stories to come. :)

Lucky in Love Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Lucky in Love Blog Hop, brought to us by the lovely Carrie Ann Ryan. St. Paddy's day is just about here. I know I'll be wearing my lucky green, although I do enjoy a little pinch on occasion. *Wink*

Lucky in Love? Well, are you? It's a time of luck and wealth...or not. With each romance we find ourselves in a new world of love and memories. Are these just by chance? Is it luck? Welcome to your second annual Lucky in Love Blog Hop where we want to hear about your love, your romance, and how much you love St. Patrick's Day!!! Are you wearing green? Ready to get pinched...or wait...do you like that?

Almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love! Check out the linky at the bottom of this post, and meet some new authors and bloggers!

Now, for this blogger's answer to the question posed by Carrie Ann.

Hmmm…lucky in love? Yes, as a matter of fact I am. This year will be my tenth wedding anniversary. I met my husband in college (where the tradition was to drink FAR too much green beer on this particular holiday…ahem…did I just admit that? lol). As soon as I feasted my eyes on the man, I never looked back. He had this confident walk, like he wasn't looking for approval from anyone. I've always loved that about my husband. The 6'4" and still growing thing he had going on didn't hurt, either. He's kind of a nordic god, actually. MY nordic god, so hands off, ladies. :)

During the hop, I have these short stories on sale for 50% off at All Romance Ebooks!

Love Spells - (A Collection of three short stories) Readers of a suddenly famous blog called Sex Secrets of a Witch find out love spells really can work, just not in the way anyone expects.

First Time on Tallamyr - On Tallamyr, a curious planetary awareness called the Myr makes it impossible to hide sexual urges or pleasure, which the Myr conveys to everyone in the vicinity.

In the Kitchen - Marti is taking a HUGE risk using her inheritance to open a restaurant. But when she partners with Rigg, a cocky show-off contestant from a hit cooking show, she not only has to get along with him….somehow, she has to keep things strictly business.

On Sunday and Monday, my erotic romance story Riding the Waves is FREE on Amazon, so check that out here!

Elsie Matthews is in desperate need of a break. She takes a trip with a friend to take a surfing lesson on the Oregon Coast. There she meets the one who got away. She hasn’t seen Davin Sanders in eight years, but remembers turning him down all of the many times he asked her out. Then he moved away, and she’s fantasized about seeing him again ever since. Except this Davin is all grown up and sexier than her wildest dreams. She let him get away the first time. And she’s not about to let Davin Sanders get away again.

I'm giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to one lucky person who comments on this post -- including their email address so I can send the prize -- during this hop, which runs from March 15th through March 18th. Good luck!

And here's the prize info for the entire blog hop:

We have TWO grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter almost 300 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Have a happy St. Patrick's Day! Now, on with the hop!

Sale on All Romance Ebooks

These short stories are on sale for 50% off at All Romance Ebooks!

Love Spells - (A Collection of three short stories) Readers of a suddenly famous blog called Sex Secrets of a Witch find out love spells really can work, just not in the way anyone expects. 

First Time on Tallamyr - On Tallamyr, a curious planetary awareness called the Myr makes it impossible to hide sexual urges or pleasure, which the Myr conveys to everyone in the vicinity.

In the Kitchen - Marti is taking a HUGE risk using her inheritance to open a restaurant. But when she partners with Rigg, a cocky show-off contestant from a hit cooking show, she not only has to get along with him….somehow, she has to keep things strictly business.

Savor the Hour FREE on Amazon!

My short story Savor the Hour is FREE on Amazon March 1st through the 5th! Get it here!

Here's more about this steamy encounter story. Enjoy!

Savor the Hour is an erotic short story (Approx. 5,000 words) intended for an adult audience only. Contains exhibitionism, public sex, and stranger sex.

Sami doesn’t know what to do with her sudden free time when her ride leaves her stranded. Then the perfect opportunity to explore one of her naughtiest fantasies drops into her lap, in the form of a handsome and interested stranger. How can a girl resist?

Excerpt:

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Mr. Sexy Stubble’s smile was dreamy, with just a hint of dimples. Jesus, she wanted to stroke his stubble. When did she get this hard up? It had to be him. The shape of him, now that he was closer the smell of him, and his compelling, undeniable presence in the room.

The sexual tension was thick enough the air in this place would bounce. Pheromones swirled in with Sami’s breath. Mr. Sexy Stubble exuded sex with every motion. She understood his intentions weren’t innocent. But she’d never picked up a hot stranger just for sex, so she wasn’t sure quite how these things developed. Sure, she’d imagined picking up a stranger many times. It was a titillating fantasy. She’d never thought of actually pursuing it, because it didn’t strike her as safe. However, this was too good an opportunity to pass up, if that was, in fact, what Mr. Sexy Stubble was after.

“Interesting painting, isn’t it?” He gestured to the one she’d been evaluating.

“It was taking me a moment to digest it. It doesn’t sit well with me.”

He laughed. “I had the same reaction. But I’m interested in your reaction.” He skimmed her exposed collarbone with his fingertips, brushing away a strand of hair. Sami shivered at his closeness, at his daring, and looked him full in the eye.

He smiled. And he left his hand where it was, a light touch on her shoulder. She didn’t tell him to move it. She wanted to know what he’d try next.

The woman behind the bar was seated now, apparently reading a book. The place was going to close in about twenty minutes, and it was obviously not busy tonight. They were still the only two customers in the room. She turned back to the painting, so he stood behind her. How did she tell this hot guy that she wouldn’t mind if he touched after eyeing her for the last twenty minutes? The idea of this hot stranger with his hands on her in front of a bunch of sexually repressed paintings was driving her wild.

She’d watched him watching her, and it had made her horny enough to do something crazy. She took a single step back. She still wasn’t quite touching him, but could feel the whisper of his flesh, separated by so little space. He took a deep breath, smelling her—and he had to catch the scent of her arousal in the air, a silent dare to drive him over the edge into action. Her clit begged for attention, her pussy throbbed. She didn’t know how long she could stand there in front of these paintings, tempting him.

And then he moved, breaching the remaining distance between their bodies. His body touched hers lightly, and he snaked a hand around to touch her belly, holding her more firmly against him so she could feel the erection beneath his suit.

She leaned into him, closing her eyes, and his fingers trailed down her belly to the hem of her short, ruffly skirt. He snuck a hand underneath, running it up her thigh to where her panties practically dripped with her juices.

His breath caught as he felt her wetness. He cupped her mound through her wet panties, moving side to side with a firm pressure, giving her clit a hint of the contact she craved. She moaned softly and squirmed against him.

Then she remembered where she was and her eyes snapped open.

She broke the contact, suddenly afraid. She gave him a small smile. “I have to go. I’m meeting someone.”

“Let me give you my card.” He pulled one out of his wallet and handed it to her. “I would love to see you again.”

She nodded, completely uncertain, and practically ran from him, shoving the card in her pocket without looking at it. She paused to set her wine glass on the bar and then situated her hood against the near-constant Portland drizzle and hurried outside.

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Savor the Hour is available for Amazon Kindle. If you're an Amazon Prime member, you can borrow a book a month for free with no due dates. And if you're not an Amazon Prime member, it's only $0.99. :)

Happy Valentine's Day! Read Love Spells!

Valentine's Day is a holiday for sweet romance. But not all romance is sweet. Sometimes, there's no way to predict what you're going to get. I don't advise love spells in real life -- that is quite simply playing with fire! Here are three tales of the unexpected results of love spells, all bound up in one pretty little package for you. :)

And have a happy Valentine's Day!

The Love Spells compilation includes: The Abundant Love Spell, The Exotic Love Spell, and The Potent Love Spell. Fun times, eh?

Here's a description of all three stories, and an excerpt from the first. Enjoy your smutty reading! :)

Love Spells is a compilation of three paranormal erotica short stories (Approx. 18,500 words in total). This ebook is intended for an adult audience only due to graphic portrayal of incredibly hot sex between enthusiastically consenting adults, as well as other sexually explicit deeds.

When a mysterious blog called Sex Secrets of a Witch gets popular seemingly overnight, readers are surprised to find the spells on the site actually work…just not quite they way anyone expects.

The Abundant Love Spell

Julia hasn’t had a man in a while. Bryan, the man of her fantasies, works in the same building she does. So does a good friend of hers, who has recently turned Wiccan and is fanatically following a blog called Sex Secrets of a Witch. When Julia’s friend convinces her to try a love spell to accelerate things with Bryan, Julia may be signing up for more than she knows. But in the end, will it get her what she wants? 

The Exotic Love Spell

Lena is a successful soap opera actress, whose actor-turned-stay-at-home husband Mike is constantly in her shadow. But that’s back in L.A. Now Mike has taken Lena into the wilderness for a two-day escape from reality. When she finds out he brought a surprise that’ll really make her squeal – a sex spell from a popular blog called Sex Secrets of a Witch – things get interesting. But when she pulls out her own surprise, things get really kinky. 

The Potent Love Spell

Sidney and Colson have been “friends with benefits” for more than a year. He’s great in bed – gives it to her rough, just like she wants it – but Sidney is ready for more. She makes a rash decision to take matters into her own hands, deciding he’ll love her, even if it’s a love spell that gets him there. She found one recently on a strange blog written in the style of a neighborhood nurse on a rather risqué topic: Sex Secrets of a Witch. Spells being unpredictable, Sidney doesn’t get quite what she set out for. What happens next is even better than her fantasies.

Excerpt:

The look in Shanna’s eyes when she answered the door didn’t do anything to soothe Julia’s frazzled nerves. She was burning some sort of incense. Julia thought she smelled sage and maybe rose. Books were scattered around, some open, and some with their pages marked. Red candles burned next to two glasses on the coffee table.

“What have I walked into?”

“Oh, you know what this is. I’ve only been talking about it for ages.”

“And I’ve told you, I’m not interested in love spells you picked up off the Internet.”

“Oh, come on. Sex Secrets of a Witch is a very reputable blog in the Wiccan community.”

“Well, I’m not part of the Wiccan community.”

“I’ve always told you there’s a place for you. You have great Karma, babe. You should be on our side.”

“What you just said made no sense whatsoever. Is Karma a Wiccan concept? No. And what’s this about our side, from a ‘respect all faiths’ witch?”

“This isn’t some PR event. We’re talking about your love life here.”

“Well then, we might as well have a moment of silence.” Julia sank to sit on her friend’s couch, grabbing a plump throw pillow to hug to her chest. “My love life is nonexistent.”

“Not after tonight.” Shanna sat down next to her and patted her knee. “Now here, drink up. I have a feeling your energy will flow a little easier after a nip of wine.”

Julia couldn’t help rolling her eyes. But she took a gulp of wine instead of just a nip. A love spell? Was she seriously about to try this?

She pictured Bryan, his stylishly wavy dark blonde hair, laughing brown eyes, and that body. From the way he walked, she knew he worked out. He had that confident swagger that spoke of strength, both of mind and body. Damn. She had it bad.

“Isn’t it coercive to use a love spell?”

“The spell is entitled Abundant Love; it does not bind, it merely encourages and enflames feelings that are already there.”

“Enflames? That doesn’t sound good.”

“Don’t worry so much. I know what I’m doing.”

Julia cocked her head to the side. She seriously doubted that, as Shanna had only been ‘Wiccan’ for about six months. It was one stop on a long road of dabbling, and Julia was sure it would fade with time.

“Remember, concentration on the spell’s purpose is crucial to the outcome. You must focus on the love you want, on the love you feel, increasing.”

“I think ‘love’ may be too strong a word. I hardly know the guy.”

Shanna looked her in the eye. “Okay. Lust will do, too.”

“They’re not interchangeable.”

“For the purposes of this spell, they might as well be.”

That didn’t make any sense to Julia, but she wasn’t the witch. And while her brain shouted for caution, her sexually deprived body said maybe a little love magic was just the thing to break this stalemate with Brian.

“Okay. Let’s give it a shot. What do I have to do?”

Shanna handed her a sheet of paper with instructions for the spell. While she studied it, Shanna lit another cone of incense, and pulled her around to the other side of the coffee table. Julia mimicked her friend and sat with her legs crossed under her.

“I’ve prepared the room, but you need to prepare yourself. So first we meditate.” Shanna picked up a stone, wide and flat, and what appeared to be a copper tube. When she struck the stone with the metal, a haunting music filled the room. Shanna continued to strike the stone at regular intervals, so that the vibrations of the rock created a sound that soothed Julia into a state near sleep. Julia didn’t meditate, so she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel, but an odd mental clarity accompanied her body’s relaxation as she tuned everything else out and focused only on the sound of the rock.

Finally, Shanna set aside the musical stone. She gestured to indicate holding out their hands, and placed her palms above Julia’s outstretched ones, not quite touching. “Julia, focus on your need. Focus on the outcome you desire of this spell.”

Despite herself, Julia pictured Bryan naked, approaching her with animal intent, ready to take her with his rampant manhood...Maybe she’d read one too many romance novels lately. But that was unfortunately all the action she’d had in a long time.

She visualized again, seeing herself with Bryan. His smile, the sound of his laugh. The way his face must look as he took his satisfaction. His cock in every wet hole he could find, hips thrusting, ass flexing. Julia shook herself a little, her pussy throbbing and wet at the scene she’d conjured. She narrowed her eyes, honing her focus. Love, she wanted love.

Yes, to be loved, and mated, and taken.

Love.

Sex.

The abundant love spell.

Julia giggled.

Shanna touched her hand, and a spark of blue static coursed between them. She regarded Julia, brows raised. “Focus, hon.”

Julia felt hot, and she wondered if it was the wine she’d gulped.

Shanna tugged a potted plant from behind the table. A pink rose, blooms ripe and perfect, with soft petals the deepest color of sunrise. She pushed it toward Julia. “Say the words of the spell as you harvest a rose blossom.”

Julia read the words again, a frown creasing her brow as she concentrated on saying it correctly.

By fire and earth and water and air.

Rose for love, I thank you for your power.

As consumed shall be consumed

Love abundant as spring showers.

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Love Spells is available for Kindle and Nook, and at Kobo, Smashwords and All Romance Ebooks.