Forbidden Lust

Forbidden Lust was also published last week.  It's a contemporary erotica short with themes of Halloween and cheating.  Available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. 

Excerpt:

She slipped out as soon as she’d washed her hands and paused for a second outside, and then instead of taking a right and going back down the stairs she turned left and stepped into a little hall, and leaned against the wall. She needed to sober up if she wanted to drive home. What had it been? One beer and three shots, but some fries in there too . . . and it had been about two hours . . . so she needed a little time still. Laura sighed and decided to go back downstairs and get another glass of water, but suddenly he was there, standing in the open doorway with his head cocked to one side, the wolf mask shadowing his face and making him look oddly menacing.

“So that’s where you went. Are you feeling ok?”

“Yeah, just a little dizzy. I think I might go home soon.”

“Well you can’t drive yet,” Elliot said, sounding concerned.

“No, I was thinking maybe in about an hour . . .”

He’d moved and was suddenly much too close. She took a step back and came up against the wall.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Laura asked, a last ditch attempt to stop the inevitable. It did stop him from getting closer for a moment.

“She left with her roommate right around when you got here. They’d been drinking since three this afternoon.” He was playing with her hair, his right hand wrapping a strand around his fingers and then tugging gently before smoothing it back behind her ear. Laura was finding it hard to breathe. Elliot knew how much she liked having his hand in her hair, holding her still for him to kiss, not letting her kiss back so that she whimpered against his mouth. She put her hands on his chest.

“We can’t. You don’t really want to do this, you never really want me, you just want sex.” And she pushed at him, which was about as effective as shoving the wall behind her would have been. She stared down at the ground, and to her horror felt herself starting to pout and her eyes getting suspiciously wet. Oh no – she shoved him again, somewhat harder, and he stopped playing with her hair and grabbed her wrists instead.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, surprised. She muttered something incomprehensible. The feeling of his fingers holding her wrists was very distracting, so she didn’t feel so much like crying. Or trying to get away. He held her pinned against the wall, and she could feel that he was already hard, his cock curved and pressing into her hip and her stomach. He leaned down as though to kiss her and she turned her face away, as he had done to her so many times before and tried very hard not to think about what she wanted him to do to her.

“Yes, I want sex. I want to fuck,” he said in her ear, his tongue flicking along the curves of it. He nibbled the earlobe and then bit a little harder, so that she gasped and moaned, inadvertently pushing her hips against his.

“I want to fuck you. I want to kiss you and then I want to go down on you right here in this hall and take off your panties and lick your clit. And after you come I’m going to take you home and fuck you for hours. And I know you want it too.” He released her right hand and reached in-between her legs, sneaking a finger around the edge of her panties. He chuckled in her ear.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet before. Did you miss me that much?” She made an indignant noise and reached for the hand that was tickling her pussy, but he slipped a finger inside her and started stroking her inside and she just grabbed his forearm instead, moaning. 

Bend Over Ex-Boyfriend

This short was published a week ago - just updating the blog now!  Bend Over Ex-Boyfriend is a contemporary story of pegging.  Caroline is a dominatrix, and her job takes an exciting turn when her ex, Aaron, shows up in her dungeon.

Available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. 

Excerpt:

Half an hour later, Caroline was dressed in a tight black suit, the pencil skirt emphasizing the length of her legs. Her stockings had a back seam that ended in five inch stilettos. A bit of a lacy black and red bra just showed over her suit jacket. She wore a strip of black lace across her eyes. Caroline paused outside the interview door and looked through the one-sided glass. A man was sitting with his back to her, broad shoulders defined against the bright light shining on him. The room looked, as it was meant to, like an interrogation chamber. He’d been staring at the cuffs and toys and whips on the table for the last fifteen minutes, and hadn’t bolted. Caroline glanced down at the file in her hands and pursed her lips. This one was a neophyte, completely new to formal BDSM. Still, he was pretty open to various acts, interested in hot wax play, and . . . She raised her eyebrows . . . Pegging. She glanced at the figure in the room. He wanted to have his ass violated, hmm? Technically, she didn’t do any anal training, direct contact with genitalia was over the line into prostitution. Still, it was useful to know what clients dreamed of, and sometimes a dom would risk a brush with illegality for a client. Caroline never had, it didn’t seem worth it. Maybe she’d make him insert something in himself, though.

She rolled her shoulders back and opened the door, entering with a prowling walk and a bit of a hip swagger that guaranteed his eyes were on her ass and trailing down her legs. She settled into a chair and crossed those legs, showing off her heels. Her potential client’s head was hanging down, and Caroline leaned forward a bit, careful to stay behind the bright light so he got a good look at her body but just an impression of her face. He seemed somehow familiar . . . She looked down at the file again and flipped back to the first page, scanning for his name. She found it just as his head came up.

Caroline almost fell out of her chair. She felt like she’d been sucker punched. The man in the chair blinking into the light was Aaron. Aaron, who just got engaged last Christmas. She’d found out online. Aaron, the guy she’d loved since the first day of college. Aaron, who broke her heart. Her fists clenched and she stayed dead silent, unsure if she wanted to run from the room or launch herself at him to - to what? Hit him? Kiss him? The silence dragged on as Caroline wrestled with herself, and finally he cleared his throat hesitantly.

“Hi, I’m Aaron,” he said, the end of the statement almost trailing into a question. Caroline got a grip. It was clear from his posture and expression that he had no idea who was sitting across from him. He was staring at her legs, though. She crossed them the other way for his benefit, and answered in a low voice, the one she’d been cultivating for clients. She doubted he’d recognize it.

“So I see from your application,” Caroline hesitated. Well, she’d hadn’t fled the room yet, might as well see it out. “You’re interested in engaging a dominatrix?”

“Yeah,” he said eagerly, and licked his lips. She could see them moving over her skin, trailing down her belly as his fingers worked inside her. Goddamn fucking Aaron. Of all the gin joints . . .

“I’m very sexual,” he continued. Well, she could vouch for that. “I’d like to try something new, something a little rougher. I’m just not satisfied with my sex life.” Caroline instinctually dropped her chin to hide her smirk. So the little lady friend he was marrying didn’t satisfy him in bed? Interesting.

“I see,” she said. “It seems that you’re interested in a wide variety of kink.” She glanced through the checklist, and her eyes snagged on a word. Bingo.

“Next to ‘pegging’ you’ve indicated that your interest is high. You’d like to be fucked up the ass?”

The Wanton Schoolgirl

The next installment in Fay's quest to get knocked up is on sale!  You can buy The Wanton Schoolgirl at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or Smashwords. 

Lust-driven by the Wanton's Draught, Fay finds herself in the arms of Professor Bechen, a sexy teacher with a penchant for spanking.

Slightly saucy excerpt (it gets more graphic, I promise):

  “This is Fay,” Puck said. The man took her hand in his, his grip firm and warm.
  “Professor Bechen,” he said, and grinned at her. Fay decided she would do whatever kinky thing he wanted.
   “I’ll leave you two to it, then,” Puck said, and walked back down the hall, whistling. Professor Bechen tugged on her hand and she stumbled through the door, giggling. She looked up at him. Would they start now? What would he ask her to do? The anticipation was making her wet already. But no, he released her hand.
   “Have a seat, Fay,” he said, and leaned back against a large oak desk. Fay obediently sat in a chair. This must be his office. It was a smallish room with a tall ceiling. The walls were lined with bookshelves and large windows that let in the evening light.
   “So I understand you share my appetite for carnal pleasure?” he asked. Well, that certainly sounded professorial.
  “Yes, very much so,” Fay answered, and crossed her legs. His eyes swept over the length of them.
   “And your friend Puck has told you that I have slightly unusual taste?” Fay felt a stab of desire in the pit of her stomach.
   “Yes,” she repeated, “but I don’t know what, exactly . . .” Her voice trailed off. Professor Bechen smiled.
   “It’s fairly predictable, really,” he said, “I enjoy roleplay, particularly with girls in little schoolgirl outfits. It turns me on to be addressed as Professor. I also,” he paused, “enjoy spanking. Just with my hand. Nothing too rough.” He cocked his head to the side. “Is that something you’d like to try, Fay? We don’t have to of course.” His eyes looked wistful. Fay grinned and crossed her legs the other way.
   “Yes, Professor,” she said, impishly. Professor Bechen grinned back.
   “In that case - come here, Fay.” She stood and moved toward him.
   “Closer, Fay.” She took another step forward and he reached down and slid his fingers into hers. His other hand spread wide, halfway on the small of her back, halfway down her butt . . .