Better Than Sex November

Tiramisu

tiramisu

Hello everyone!

I’m not sure what constitutes as better than sex for most, but this dessert comes really close for me.  I’m a lover of all things coffee and this expresso soaked treat punches all the right buttons in the pleasure center of my brain.  Give it a try, and let me know how it rates on your orgasmic scale.

 

Classic Tiramisu

Yield: 12-14 people

Ingredients

6 egg yolks

1 1/4 cups sugar

1 1/4 cups mascarpone cheese

1 3/4 cups heavy whipping cream

1 (17.5 ounce) package ladyfingers

6 tbsp warm water

4 tbsp espresso

2 cups Kahlua

1 tsp cocoa powder, for dusting

Instructions

  1. Prepare a 9×13 baking dish. If you want to be able to remove the tiramisu from the pan when done so that you can see the layers, I suggest lining the pan with parchment paper that sticks up over the sides, then putting a cardboard cake rectangle in the bottom of the pan. The tiramisu will be supported by the cardboard when you remove it using the parchment paper.
  2. Combine egg yolks and sugar in the top of a double boiler, over boiling water. If you don’t have a double boiler, you can use a metal mixing bowl set over a pot.
  3. Cook for about 10 minutes, with heat on low, stirring constantly.
  4. When done, whip yolks with mixer until they thicken and yellow a bit.
  5. Add mascarpone to whipped yolks and mix until combined.
  6. If you have a second metal mixing bowl, use it for your whipped cream. If not, put mascarpone mixture into another bowl and get your metal mixer bowl clean.
  7. Place metal bowl and whisk into freezer for about 15-20 minutes.
  8. Remove bowl and whisk from freezer, add whipping cream to bowl and whip with mixer. Whip until soft peaks form, about 5-7 minutes.
  9. Fold whipped cream into mascarpone mixture.
  10. Dissolve espresso into warm water, then combine with the Kahlua.
  11. One at a time, dip the ladyfingers into the Kahlua mixture for about 4-6 seconds. The longer you dip the ladyfingers, the stronger the flavor will be. As you dip the ladyfingers, lay them into the bottom of the 9×13 pan. You should be able to get two rows in a layer.
  12. Spoon half of the mascarpone mixture over the ladyfingers.
  13. Repeat ladyfinger layer, then top with remaining mascarpone mixture.
  14. Dust the top with cocoa powder.
  15. Refrigerate for several hours or overnight, then remove from pan (if desired) and serve.

NOTE: If you prefer a less strong (in terms of alcohol content) tiramisu, then reduce the amount of Kahlua and add more water and espresso.

 

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Speaking of the big O, here’s a peek into my Golden Flogger Award Nominated book The Dom Delivers, and how quickly Ayden’s control sends Jenna tumbling into ultimate bliss.

Golden Flogger Award -- NomineeI will randomly choose a winner from the comments below to win a gifted ecopy of The Dom Delivers.

Enjoy!

Nese Lane

Excerpt:

“Strip.”

Jenna started at the command, but moisture seeped from the lips of her pussy. The playful, sweet Ayden had been replaced by a mysterious, dominant man, and she thrilled at the change. “Yes, Sir.”

She worked the buttons of her blouse and peeked through her eyelashes in the direction of his voice. Before, she would have been self-conscious of her large breasts, but Ayden made her feel good about her body.

Still in his black jeans and white dress shirt, Ayden Kelley sprawled in the corner chair, his face in shadow. The cuffs of his sleeves had been rolled back exposing his strong, tan forearms. One rested on his knee, the other elbow bent as he sipped amber liquid from a highball glass.

A single lock of his jet-black hair shone almost blue in the light from a nearby lamp and hung playfully over one eye. The slightly disheveled look should have appeared messy, but the utterly masculine sight stole her breath.

The last closure slid free, and she shrugged. The sheer silk fluttered to the floor. With his hum of approval, her core clenched and she stifled a grin. She turned to display her ass as she released the zipper of her skirt and wiggled the tight fabric over her hips. She pivoted, eyes lowered and thumbed open the front closure of her bra.

Warm hands covered her own when she went to shift the lace aside. “Let me.”

Damn. When had he moved? Her hands tingled from his touch, her knees weakened, and she struggled to remain upright.

He uncovered her breasts, grazing her nipples with his thumbs. “So beautiful.”

Jenna shook with desire, and Ayden traced his fingers along the sensitive underside of her breast, then across her ribs to settle at her hip, supporting her wobbly frame. He palmed her scalp, gathered her hair tight in his fist, and yanked her head back.

The answering burn shot straight to her clit, and Jenna’s lids fluttered shut as she moaned and relaxed into his capable hold.

A sting of teeth, then warm wetness surrounded her areola, and Jenna arched into the delicious sensation. “God, yes.”

Ayden slid a strong thigh between her legs and tugged harder on her hair, keeping her body taut as he feasted. “Perfection.”

Each draw, nip, and lick of her rigid peaks sent wave after wave of exquisite delight to her throbbing core and her juices soaked her thong. Just a little more, and she’d come from just his mouth on her breasts. How was that even possible? She rolled her hips, desperate for friction, but Ayden’s hand tightened on her hip. “Not yet.”

He tortured her with bliss until she begged him to stop and pleaded with him to fuck her. He chuckled, and bit down hard on one nipple as he pinched the other. The twin jolts of pain exploded through her nerve endings, and she screamed as she came apart in his arms.

Shit. It had taken all of five minutes for Ayden to send her flying. Her legs trembled, weak from her orgasm and the awkward position. She let out a ragged breath, and Ayden gentled his hold on her hair.

With a move too quick for her to process, he scooped her up and tossed her face down on the bed.

She attempted to raise to her elbows, and her head spun. “Christ, I’m dizzy. I think you blew my mind.”

A stinging slap to her ass caught her by surprise, and she glared over her shoulder at the gorgeous man who’d delivered the blow. “Ayden?”

Ayden raised an eyebrow and continued to slowly unbutton his shirt from his position at the foot of the bed. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Is. This. What. You. Want?”

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11 responses to “Better Than Sex November

  1. Good evening Nese

    That tiramisu looks devine. Maybe while I’m off for break in several weeks, I might give it a try.

    H O T excerpt….mercy!

    Ginger

  2. Ooh, yummyiness all around! I wonder if this recipe would work if you cut it down? I’m not much of a home entertainer and there are only two of us. Hmmm… For that matter, maybe I could freeze some servings. May have to try that. Hope I win! 🙂 Be well.

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