Today we will feature a new recipe from F. Leonora Solomon. Author of Tie Me Up, A Binding Collection of Erotic Tales and over 9 more other works, Acquisitions Editor, Art Enthusiast & co-curator of http://reddit.com/r/sexysmut and a Native New Yorker, with severe wanderlust… and obviously a reader.
Here is from F. Leonora:
I love cocktails, my drink Du Jour is a gin and tonic with garnish. But for Eden’s post, I am going to focus on a beloved favorite of mine…
Amaretto sours!
Simple Amaretto Sour
- 1½ oz. amaretto
- ¾ -1½ oz. sweet and sour mix
- Ice cubes
- Orange slice, lemon wedge, or maraschino cherry for garnish
Pour the amaretto liqueur into a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice cubes.
If you’re going for a 2-1 amaretto to sour mix ratio, then you’ll want 1½ of amaretto and ¾ oz. of sweet and sour mix. If you want a 1-1 ratio, then you should pour 1½ oz. of amaretto and 1½ of sweet and sour mix. The sour mix is really a combination of water, sugar, and lemon juice. For an extra kick, you can even make your own. Fresh lemons instead of the pre-made stuff can really take this drink to the next level.
Strain or pour into an old-fashioned glass, garnish with a maraschino cherry and a slice of orange, and serve.
I love amaretto–even as a coffee flavor. I like the liquor on its own, and inside of egg nog for the holidays. This very sweet cocktail is perfect. Sweet and tart, sour. A man I know told me that having an amaretto sour, is like going fast forward with dessert as your drink.
And what is wrong with that?
I love sweet cocktails, I cringe when I have bitter ones. I have a sweet tooth all the time, and this sweet drink hits the spot, especially with several maraschino cherries. Yes, I believe in the cherry on top!!!
I wrote a story about a character who loved amaretto sours. Her date was judgmental, so he did not last long. But she still had a hot night!!!
“You can’t be serious,” he said, his eyes moving below her cameo.
Taking a sip of her amaretto sour, she dipped her finger in the glass to pull out a cocktail-soaked cherry.
“Are you?”
He scoffed.
“You want the same thing I want. You want me to fuck the sweetness out of you…”
Kit wanted to slap him, but she did not want to create a scene in Prohibition. She figured she would have a nice drink with Thom, who she had been chatting with online and who was as into the retro lifestyle as she was. But from the moment he judged her drink, she was done.
He continued to talk about the filthy things she wanted him to do to her. She was not turned on in the least, discreetly ogling the gorgeous bartender who had put two more cherries in her drink. Jackson was on his nametag. She also smiled as Josephine’s nametag came into view, while she plucked at the cherries she had saved for last at the bottom of her drink.
“Would you like another honey?” Josephine asked.
Thom answered before Kit could.
“No, she wants a real drink this time. Give her a–”
“Yes, I would like another amaretto sour,” Kit added. “with extra cherries.”
“Are you serious? I have kind of had it with the sweet and innocent act Kitty–”
The second she heard Kitty, she snapped. Schoolgirl taunts about Hello Kitty were resurrected.
She got up.
“Where are you going Kitty?”
Thom’s voice grew distant as she walked into the bathroom, and sat in one of the plush pink lounge chairs. The door opened behind her, and she was afraid he had followed her in.
“Are you okay Kitty?”
Kit looked at Josephine who had followed her.
“It’s Kit. No one calls me Kitty.”
Josephine nodded and walked out. She returned holding an amaretto sour with a pyramid of cherries inside, presented on a Prohibition branded lace doily.
“He’s still out there, chatting up tonight’s hopeful conquest.”
Kit sipped the very sweet amaretto sour, letting her tongue swirl around the cherry pyramid.
“You are way too pretty for him anyway!”
Kit laughed, caressing her cotton candy pink stockinged leg.
“Thank you, it’s nice when us girls stick together!”
“Yeah, it is!”
Josephine was sexy in suspenders, a buttoned-up shirt, tailored pants and bowtie.
“How late are you working tonight?” she asked Josephine looking in the mirror to see her reflection.
“Why are you gonna wait for me?”
You can read the entire story here:
http://fdotleonora.com/2014/08/29/amaretto-sour/
You may also want to check out F. Leonora’s Collections of Erotic Tales: Tie Me Up
B is for bondage in BDSM, and Tie Me Up is the perfect place to 
explore just that.
The 19 stories in this anthology do not fetishize bondage. Instead, Tie Me Up shows how couples explore it as a sexy romantic option–sexy underscored!
New and seasoned authors fill this anthology with steamy tales that will keep you tied up…unable to put this collection down!
Or her Baseball Erotica: Bases Loaded
Bases are loaded and there’s potential for multiple homeruns in this 
sexy collection of Baseball erotica!
Bases Loaded compiles twelve seriously sexy short stories that will have you rooting for the happy ending, even if you are not a baseball fan like the editor.
All of the authors in this anthology have a unique take on the game and the hit players, which is guaranteed to make you want to go up to bat!
So go ahead, you’re up and the bases are loaded!
You can always drop by and visit my website for some cool blogs (F. Leonora Solomon was named Sex Blogger of the month by kinkly.com) or connect with me on Twitter (@fdotleonora).
I am so happy that Eden invited me over to talk drinks!!! Bottoms up!!!
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“Frankly, you frustrate me Violet. I could teach you,” he said and I felt Chase’s hand grip my wrist and pull it towards him. Something in his face changed from excitement to concern and he let go of me and straightened out his shirt. He sat back in his seat and blew out through pursed lips before he said, “There are rules.”
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