Romances with Female Masturbation
The first week of #RubOneOutBingo is going strong with today’s guest post from Lucy Eden, author of Cherishing the Goddess. We had a fun conversation with her about romance heroines who are not ashamed to take pleasure into their own hands. Luckily, she was happy to share her reading list of one-handed reads.
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About Lucy Eden
Lucy Eden is the nom de plume of an romance obsessed author who writes the kind of romance she loves to read. She’s a sucker for alphas with a soft gooey center, over the top romantic gestures, strong & smart MCs, humor, happily ever afters & of course, steamy love scenes.
When Lucy isn’t writing, she’s busy reading—or listening to—every book she can get her hands on— romance or otherwise. She lives & loves in New York with her husband, two children, a turtle & a Yorkshire Terrier.
Romance Heroines Who Aren’t Afraid To Rub a Nub Nub
Happy International Masturbation month!
While most of us celebrate all year long, since 1995, May has been designated as the month to remove the stigma and educate the public about the benefits of practicing the ultimate form of self-care.
Shout out to Dr. Jocelyn Elders!
Avid romance readers know a good book is one of the most fun ways to get in the mood, but scenes depicting female masturbation are often scarce. This is why I was so honored to be asked to share my picks for Bawdy Bookworm’s Rub One Out Bingo featuring heroines who aren’t afraid to satisfy themselves.
I want to put the spotlight on two amazing books featuring virgin heroines, Minnie, and Kira who are strong, brilliant, not afraid to take care of business and give instruction when needed.
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The Duchess War by Courtney Milan
Courtney Milan writes fantastic historical romances, but The Duchess War follows grumpy Duke, Robert and shy wallflower, Minnie who are both strangers to the sins of the flesh but not afraid to take matters into their own hands when fantasizing about the other. When their first time together leaves a lot to be desired Minnie’s shyness doesn’t extend to using her years self-exploration to get what she wants from her partner in the bedroom.
His to Claim by Taylor Vaughn
Eve Vaughn and Theodora Taylor team up to bring us a sexy space adventure featuring well endowed blue aliens and grapes that are the outer space version of ecstasy. Our strong and defiant heroine, Kira, schools alien King D’rek in the ways of human sensuality, including consent, the art of intergalactic phone sex and most importantly self-pleasure.
These are two of my faves and more than enough to get you going but here are some very honorable mentions.
Guilty as Sin by Meghan March
The Sin trilogy is a highly recommended wild ride, but the middle book, Guilty as Sin also happens to have one of the hottest mutual masturbation scenes I’ve ever read.
The Dressing Room by Alessandra Torre
This is an erotica short story featured in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussell. “The Dressing Room” follows a woman who rescues a fruitless shopping trip by eavesdropping on a couple having sex in the next stall and treating herself to an orgasm.
Do you have a favorite female masturbation scenes from a romance or erotica book? Share them in the comments!
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Lucy Eden’s Cherishing the Goddess
Sexting + masturbation = rub a nub nub!
Now that you’ve seen Lucy’s pics for mega-hot masturbation in romances, you’ll want to pick up her book Cherishing the Goddess. The book releases on May 31 so you’ll want to pre-order it now.
Mr. Underhill: Where are you?
I thought for a moment considering my answer.
Me: Home.
That was a mostly truthful answer. Alex had the annoying but endearing habit of referring to his suite as our home as if we were a couple of blissful newlyweds. I also wasn’t sure I wanted him to know I was sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes and pining for him like a lovesick teenager.
Mr. Underhill: That’s a shame. I was imagining you naked between the sheets in our king-sized bed.
Mr. Underhill: Your mane of curls, wild and draped across the pillows. You open that sinful little mouth of yours and slide your two middle fingers between those gorgeous full lips getting your fingers wet and ready.
As if he were texting me commands, I followed his instructions to the letter. The thought of Alex in a room full of people in business attire while secretly sending me all of his dirty innermost thoughts was making me hot and bothered. My legs parted, and my newly moistened fingers caressed my opening, hot and slick with my longing for him. My phone pinged again.
Mr. Underhill: You’re parting the curls on those tender puffy lips so you can glide your slick fingers over your aching swollen clit.
Mr. Underhill: You’re using the other hand to caress those delicious tits. Pinching those tender little nipples imagining they were my teeth. I wish I was there to slide my tongue over those sensitive peaks feeling them stiffen under my lips.
I dropped the phone and my back arched as I made circular motions with my fingers satisfying the searing desire between my thighs, sliding my other palm over one breast desperately, my body aching for Alex’s big strong everything. Whimpers and moans provided the soundtrack for my full body writhing until I sucked in a final gasp. Every muscle in my body was momentarily frozen after I tumbled off of the cliff I’d driven myself to with my frenzied fingers and Alex’s filthy words.
My limbs felt heavy, my chest rose and fell as I drew in a deep lazy breath and my eyes drifted closed. The drunk, heady feeling washing over me was amazing. My skin shimmered and buzzed with a low electric current of satisfied pleasure, but it was a distant second to the real thing.
My phone pinged again.
I sucked my middle fingers into my mouth savoring the taste of my need, briefly considering sending Alex a picture of the aftermath of his text storm, but I knew better, and he would know I was in his suite.
Mr. Underhill: Goddess? Are you still there?
Me: Yes.
Mr. Underhill: Where did you go?
Valhalla. Nirvana. Paradise. Cinnabon.
Me: I was in the bathroom.
Mr. Underhill: (smiling devil horn emoji) I don’t believe you.