A Succubus Stole My Girl! [ffm, cuckold, demon, dubcon]

Pretty and wearing her most seductive lingerie Carole is once again let down by her oafish boyfriend Bryan as he ruins yet another romantic night in. During their ensuing fight, a strange statuette left to him by his late grandmother breaks and reveals a supernaturally sexy surprise to the shocked couple, being an impossibly beautiful succubus eager for their young, hot flesh. The demoness decides to grant Bryan's hidden desires of watching Carole with another woman by savagely taking his girlfriend in front of his very eyes, but little does the thick-headed man realize that this is one demonic cuckolding that his girlfriend might not come back from, having fully converted her to the forbidden ways of women.

 

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“Oh no, my pretty miss,” she coyly corrected the screaming girl. “Men are boring, it’s you I want.”

Trembling with fear, the blonde froze entirely upon hearing the demon’s icy words. “Y-y-you… I c-c-can’t, I mean…” She began to back away as she glanced at the door.

“Don’t be so nervous,” the demon rose with a fanged smile. “Everyone remembers their first time. I promise that it’ll be magical.”

Not wanting to upset the fierce creature, Carole spoke softly as she backed toward the door. “W-well, it’s n-not that I don’t…I just don’t… with girls…”

“You’re clearly not having much luck with boys,” the demon snarled at Bryan, the feral, guttural sound making him nearly leap back a foot. She turned back to the frightened girl and continued speaking in a sweet whisper. “See what little bravery he possesses? How fast did he try to abandon you for me? Trust me, once you’ve been with women you’ll never crave a man’s touch ever again.”

Bryan was about to protest when a single glance from the terrible demon silenced him entirely. “Go and sit in the corner and say nothing. I want you to see the exact moment that I take her from you forever,” she instructed in a calm yet vicious tone.

He flinched slightly and did as he was told, throbbing hard and hot despite how terrified he was.

The demonic beauty turned back to the nervous Carole, her eyes nearly welling up with tears as she shivered in her dainty lingerie.

“Oh my sweet, I knew that fate has pulled us together this evening,” the demon cooed softly as she stepped forward, “after all, look how nicely you’ve dressed yourself for me. You’re a perfect little present for me to unwrap.” She clasped her hands and grinned as she stood before the girl.

“Y-yes, perhaps that’s true,” the horrified girl spoke slowly. “But I n-need to go… freshen up for you.”

The demon tilted her head to the side as she tapped a clawed finger against her jaw thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose if you want to prepare yourself, I couldn’t protest that.” Carole’s heart sunk, however, as when she tried to leave the bedroom, she realized that the succubus’ slender tail had coiled snugly around her ankle. That it had ensnared her so effortlessly made her pale with fear.

“Ah, so you’re staying with us after all, hmm?” the demoness cheerfully spoke a wicked smile crossing her lips.

“Y-y-you, I c-c-can’t…” Carole fumbled for words that simply failed to materialize.

“I’m ever so glad that you decided to stick around,” the demon purred into the mewling girls’ ear. “It’ll make it so much easier to get better acquainted.” As the very tips of the demons fingers ran softly along her shoulders, Carole nodded softly unsure of what to do next.

Sensing that Bryan was stirring in his corner, the demoness narrowed her eyes and spoke with the elegance of a jagged razor. “You move from that corner fuck-meat and I strangle you alive with your still-throbbing entrails.” The boy turned as white as a sheet his flesh hot from lust, yet icy from fear.

“Now, where were we?” the terrible beauty blinked coquettishly at the girl as she patted the space beside her on the bed.

Carole did as she was directed and hung her head low, her blonde locks tumbling freely.

“So, you’ve never been with another woman? Not even once?” the demon asked in utter disbelief.

The defeated girl shook her head unsure of what was going to happen next. When the demoness leaned in close her heart skipped a beat. Carole was caught entirely by surprise when, rather than mere words, the sultry succubus merely placed a seductive little love bite upon the girl’s shoulder.

Carole nervously looked over and saw that the demon placed another delicately soft bite before tenderly kissing the rising welt. Something about such a wicked, terrible thing being so kind, delicate, and soft made Carole swelter with raw emotion.

“Difficult as it is, you should believe me when I say that I’m far more interested in being good friends than anything else,” the demon smiled as she traced the tips of her claws along the girl’s knee.

“So, you’re not going to eat me…?” the nervous blonde replied still leery about the fanged mouth that playfully nibbled on her soft shoulder.

The demon shot her a sideways glace and grinned. “Eventually yes, but probably not in the way that you meant…”

Never Summon a Succubus [ff, demon, domination, fantasy]

In this prequel to Caught in the Temple of Forbidden Lust we follow the life of the beautiful sorceress Braena Wyvernwood back when she was still just a lowly apprentice. Late one evening she makes good use of her powerful mentor's departure and decides to better explore his keep, eventually stumbling across a seemingly ordinary room. However, little does the curious girl realize that the room hides a seductively sinful secret! Will she be able to undo the powerful magics that accidentally released a sexy new playmate before her master gets back? More importantly, considering what a rare opportunity this presents for the frustrated young sorceress will she even want to? 

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Braena’s thoughts were a flurry of panic and a desperate attempt to recall any manner of escape magic were rudely interrupted when the hideous beauty narrowed her glowing eyes at the girl.

“So, it’s just me and you while daddy’s out of town, hmm?”

“Oh no, he’s not my… I’m his apprentice,” the girl stammered, “and he cares for me, so… so…”

“I’m not going to kill you,” the demon said flatly. “Daddy dearest has made me something of an indoor cat,” her pale skin seemed to become uncomfortably hot as she grit her fangs, “so I can only play nice now.”

The terrified girl carefully chose her words. “W-well, since there’s no reason for hostilities, could you let me go?”

“Certainly,” the demoness smirked. Her hand released its steely grip.

But when Braena tried to step back she only then realized that the succubus’ snake-like tail had coiled snugly just below her knee. That it had ensnared her so effortlessly made her pale with fear. “I said you can go, silly thing,” the demoness smirked playfully.

“B-b-but I can’t…you…” Braena stumbled over her words, gently trying to loosen the iron-like tail from her leg.

“Aww,” the succubus mocked her, “See? I just knew you’d stay if given the chance.”

Playing a frightful game of cat and mouse, the achingly beautiful demon leaned in close and spoke in a seductive whisper. “I like making new friends. A lot.”

“…do you now?” Braena closed her eyes in a whimper hoping that the fiend might take pity upon her.

“Oh yes,” the demoness spoke in a silken, dangerous tone as her pale, heated flesh brushed seductively against the girl’s exposed neck. “I get so lonely down here.”

“I can imagine… I…”

Braena’s mind began to falter as she felt a single, tender, sticky kiss placed upon her exposed shoulder. She hadn’t recalled loosening her dress but for some reason, that fact seemed to matter less and less as she felt the agonizingly tender hands appreciating her soft, feminine form.

“C-c-could you not do that?” Braena meekly asked as she leaned back against the stony wall behind her, the cool rock focusing her mind somewhat.

“Do what?” the demon asked in between unimaginably soft kisses.

Her breath guttering in her chest, the young sorceress’ mind filled with filthy, lustful thoughts the succubus’ heady musk filled her nostrils. It was a spiced, heated scent reminiscent of leather, wine and sweaty, aching hours spent in the bedchamber. It was only at that moment that Braena realized that the demon’s tail was snaking its way along the girl’s tender thigh, threatening to creep even further into her undergarments...

Girls who Love Girls: Three Stories of Lesbian Lust

Girls just wanna have fun. In this sizzling collection you'll find lusty lesbians and bi-curious babes to satiate your desires. Hot Nights in Wintermarch follows the exploits of three adventuring heroines who, after a successful dungeon crawl, return to town to enjoy themselves. But even after a night of good cheer, the celebrations are far from over as the elves devise a sexy little surprise for their lonely human friend. Within One Night at the Beach House we meet best friends Eva and Beth, who are content to soak up the rays at Beth's parents swanky cottage. Having drank their way through dinner, its only once the sun goes down that the girls realize that they're hungry for something else entirely. In Bitten by Lust a young, sexually conflicted mercenary stumbles upon a cozy tavern and finds more than good cheer in the arms of its supernaturally sexy Innkeeper.

This collection is roughly 26,000 words long and includes drunken college girls, beautiful elves, seductive vampires, first-time hook-ups between sexy girls, and sizzling bath scene between three young, tempting girls that's simply too hot for words!

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Erotic Fantasy: Three Tales of Swords, Sorcery, and Seduction

Within Erotic Fantasy: Three Tales of Swords, Sorcery, and Seduction, sultry heroines and hunky warriors abound! Inside you'll find Bitten by Lust, the story of a wounded mercenary who stumbles upon a cozy tavern and finds more than good cheer in the arms of its supernaturally sexy Innkeeper. Hot Nights in Wintermarch follows the exploits of three adventuring heroines who, after a successful dungeon crawl, return to town to enjoy themselves. But even after a night of good cheer, the celebrations are far from over as the elves in the party devise a sexy little surprise for their lonely human friend. Finally, in Caught in the Temple of Forbidden Lusts we meet Braena Wyvernwood, a cocky half-elven adventuress hoping to strike it rich raiding an evil temple, that is until she runs afoul of its agonizingly handsome guardian! That means that you'll get three of my sexy stories for the price of two!

This collection is roughly 24,000 words long and includes scenes of heroic warriors, beautiful elven girls, seductive vampires, hunky demons, domination magic, a binding spell gone sexily awry, and sexy magic involving a girl-girl-girl threeway.

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Review: The Straight Girl's Guide to Sleeping with Chicks

Let me clearly say that this is the kind of book that, if it were possible to go back in time, I would give to my 17 year old self, as I patiently and calmly explained to her that there was nothing wrong with her, and that she'd end up married to a devilishly handsome guy anyhow, but everything that she is feeling is valid, normal, and frankly, going to be a heck of a lot of fun!

The Straight Girl's Guide to Sleeping with Chicks is fun and sassy. Most refreshing is that there's a certain realness to the playfulness that she uses when discussing girl-on-girl sexuality. I suppose I'm saying that her book comes across as being really authentic, and that's refreshing. She teases out the nuances of our culture, and points a lot of curious (pun definitely intended) gals down avenues that they themselves may have only considered in secret, or really late at night, while drunk, on the Internet. She's very entertaining and you'll definitely find that certain parts will be more dog-eared that others. That's okay, and kinda the point.

She also doesn't leave out the silly and funny details of shacking up with another gal. As has been mentioned, just because you're a woman, doesn't mean that you magically know exactly what all other women necessarily need, or want. Yes, there's an element of a second wave sisterhood in here, where we begin exploring our own bodies, so as to understand just how they work, but I don't think that's entirely a bad thing. We were all born as beautiful, sexual beings, and all Sincero is asking of us is to live up to our birthright by fooling around (drunken or not) with a female friend.

p.s. If you ever want to piss off your Mother-in-law in a way that she won't soon recover from, be sure to leave this one out in plain sight next time she's over. :P

Haleigh Cookson Clark gives this book 5 out of 5 stars.

Dani [teen, bi-curious, masturbation] (Dangerously Dirty Diaries Vol. 1)

Young, attractive, and barely past her eighteenth birthday, Dani has her whole life ahead of her. Although she can't wait to leave high school and begin university, her strict Catholic upbringing has left her admittedly sheltered, and wondering about many things. Spurred onward by a close friend, Dani one day decides to begin a private journal documenting the sexual journey that she has chosen to undertake, as a means of better understanding the urges, feelings, and desires that she has, and helping her understand her own sexuality better.

This is that journal.

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains the steamy scenes of sexy solo fun that a sexually frustrated young schoolgirl can get up to. She masturbates, she makes out with her crush, and wonders why she can't stop watching girl-on-girl porn.

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March 7,

Had that dream again. The super-duper extra weird one, with the trees inside the castle, and the walls are water? Yeah, I don't know either. Hmm, I wonder... So yeah, don't worry, this isn't becoming a dream journal. The reason that something like that made it here is 'cause when I woke up from said weird and craziness dream, I was um, glad that everyone was off at aunt Delia's?

Yeah, I'm gonna get hell for sleeping in on a Saturday, but honestly, I was twisting and turning half of the morning sleeping off the hangover before I'd realized that I was naked. It felt sooo damned good! Just the fabric against my bare body, gently teasing my skin.

I called out a few times, and then realized that everyone was away at aunt D's, so I figured that I had the place to myself. So of course, I was hot too. I mean like, really hot. I was sleeping on my belly, as usual, and kept shifting my legs back and forth. Sooo good.

It feels kinda silly to be writing this, but I teased myself a little. I let my fingertips drag along my hips and thighs. Just back and forth, so soft. I tried pretending it was someone else, but I couldn't – all me.

After a while, I broke down, and, you know. I think I knew it was going to happen all along. I let my hand slide along my tummy, and parted my legs just a little at first. I was prickly because I haven't trimmed in a while (so much for that blind date with Todd. Blah!), but it felt good, and warm, and wet. I was surprised how slippery my fingers felt.

It's hard writing this kinda stuff, but I came pretty fast. Karen says she tastes her fingers when she's done and it drives Dean up the wall, but I'm sorry, that's just gross. Right? But yeah, I was really quiet too, because mid-orgasm I'd realized what I was doing, and that someone might walk in. Well, not really, but you know, could happen. Coulda been Todd. Asshole.

March 20,

What's this two entries in one month! Oh dirty journal, there's hope for you yet! So yeah, super-duper sleep deprived this week. First period with Mrs. Jacobson and she's all going on like a giant cunt 'bout my attention. It sucks. She's like “the school may rescind your university application if your grades slip,” which I think is total bullshit. Needa ask someone who isn't my parents. Blah.

But I mean it's not my fault. Well, kinda. Not really though. I was up super, super late, doing totally legitimate homework. About my body. And sexuality. Wouldn't want me to grow up and be a weirdo, right? Fuck. Can't tell them that though!

You try being 18, living in a body that's a trim and toned (ha!) sack of raging hormones, with a mind that wants to see how everything that's cock, tongue, or finger-shaped would fit inside of your body. GOD! Just freaking writing that made me twinge with desire. Yep, that's what I call it – a twinge. You'll know it when it happens.

So yeah, up super late. Big props to aunt Dee, because my new laptop is a) super fast, and b) all mine, so I can lock my door at night, turn down the lights, and twinge away! Haha, god, I hope nobody ever finds this. SO ANYHOW I'm up late and looking around. Finally went to 4chan, or whatever that Cory was talking about. That site, just like Cory, is fuckin' weird and creepy. No thanks!

Went to my usual spots, but also discovered this site where they just film the faces of girls as they're masturbating. Oh. Em. Gee. So so so damned hot. There was this really pretty girl, freckles and rosy cheeks, and thick, cute glasses, and I watched the whole video. And yes, you pervy journal, it made me really slippery. I dunno, I was about 70% through it when I'd realized how hot I was. Like, when I reached down, I was surprised how sticky my panties were. I yanked 'em hard to the side and you know, began to tease myself, imagining that I was her, listening to her moans and soft gasps.

Yeah, and then it hit me – does that make me a lesbian? I mean, I find girls attractive, like, physically, you know, like their form. But, I like them like I like art – I don't wanna fuck a painting, you know? I mean, I'm chasing Todd for fuck sakes, right?

March 23,

…and the week was going so, so well! Stupid Todd, stupid heart, stupid hormones. He’s all like “Dani, there’s this thing at Blair’s place this weekend, it’d be cool if you were there, you know?” Like he’s all too cool and awesome. Fuck he is though. Damnit. He keeps going on and on about how he’s got an acceptance letter from his “first choice,” and his “backup.” Dick. What a fucking dick move. He knows that they haven’t even sent them out yet. Fuck him. Yeah, I wish.

Might go, might not. What’s the goddamned point of being 18 when all you can do is buy lottery tickets and fireworks, but you needa wait another damned year to get the good stuff! Suppose I’ll be calling that wonderfully talented and handsome cousin of mine up, to place “an order.” Heh.

Oh! I’m still in love with the face-only jillin’ videos, but I watched one where there’s this beautiful music and it’s just two girls and one is giving the other a hot oil massage. Yep, that’s for me. It looked amazing.
I mean, of course, the girls were way hotter than me, but I think I’d totally be able to hold my own getting a nude massage. Jeez, hope nobody I know ever finds this thing.

But yeah, it was just so sensuous and beautiful. I realized that it’s probably not that I’m a lesbian or anything, but I’m just really into the aesthetics and the beauty of it all. That’s probably it. Yep. Mostly.

In an entirely unrelated topic, I want a hot oil massage. But, um, by a chick. I’ve had one before, and while it was nice, my ex was far too rough with me. Plus, he was a guy, so obviously, he only paid attention to my butt, nipples, and pussy, sloshed a ton of oil onto them, and we almost immediately began to have oily sex. NOT that I’m against that, but sigh.

I’d also want hands that knew how to touch, and when. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want any attention. Cause let’s face it, “massage a chick, she’ll sit on your dick.” Hahaha, shit can’t believe I wrote that.

Back to the massage video. I know it was staged, but the girls looked so content. I want to be wanted like that. I want to have hands upon my body. Soft, feminine hands that aren’t concerned with sticking fingers inside of my body, or using me for sex, but hands that will appreciate my flesh, and worship me. Yes, I said it.

I want that so badly. Strong and smooth hands that can trace the contours of my naked body, appreciating my body, and feeling my curves. I’d have to be vulnerable to a degree I’m unsure I’m okay with, but I know it would feel so damned good.

Not that you’d know it, but I wrote, deleted, and re-wrote this next sentence about seven times before I was okay with it, but, I’m kinda wondering how a different a girl might feel. Um, you know, in that way. It’s just that in the video, she was so gentle and caring, uh, all the way through.

I liked that part. Probably more than I care to admit.

I’ve bookmarked the video, and have gone back to it for the past five days. Like, five in a row. I don’t watch the first part anymore, and just skip ahead to when the girl is laying on the table. Just her and her beautifully toned body. As a former gym-rat, hopeful cheerleader, and yoga-addict, I can definitely appreciate how long it took, and how hard she’s worked to get a body like that.

But even more than that, I’ve started to see these little signals that she gives off.

Maybe it’s just in my head, but she almost pushes her buns up when the masseuse is caressing oily hands over her skin. I know that feeling – you want something so badly, but you can’t ask for it. As she lies on the table, her gasps barely float out past her lips. It’s, um… interesting? Yeah, let’s just go with that.

They focus on her face for a bit, and you can see her eyes are closed, not tight, but closed. She’s clearly enjoying it. Her breathing gets deeper, and it’s almost like she’s focusing carefully on what’s happening to her. I know exactly what she’s focusing on.

I’ve memorized what happens next. The masseuse drags her nails down the back of the girl’s thighs. She shivers. Well, I assume she does, because it makes ME shiver each and every time I see it.

And then, without any warning, or break with the flow of the massage, the masseuse casually spreads the girl’s thighs ever so slightly, and begins running her slippery fingers alongside her pouty little slit.

I’m not going to lie, the second time I watched it, I immediately came at that part. Not the first, cause I didn’t know what was coming up. The first time I crossed my legs as tightly as they would go and savoured the warmth it brought me. But yeah, the second, I stopped edging myself and let my fingers sink into my pussy. I came so fast and hard it was like a floodgate breaking. It’s that damned good.

The masseuse teases her perfectly, as her skilled hands tease and frame the girl’s pussy perfectly. Her lips are curled out and slippery, part from the oil, and part from how turned on she is. That’s big for me – girls in porn that are completely 100% aroused and into what they’re doing. You can’t fake that. Trust me.

Something else too. Hard to explain, but I’ll try: I mean, at that point, a guy would’ve just drilled his fingers in. And it’s not that I don’t want that at times, I just don’t want that ALL the time.

With girls, I mean, you know, from what I’ve seen, there’s no forcing of anything, there’s just two bodies working together, helping one another to achieve a toe-curling orgasm. Damn. And they just go and go and go and don’t need to wait for their boner to come back. Double damn.

Anyways, the masseuse clearly knows what she’s doing. She knows and understands the soft, sculpted body in front of her, how it works, and where the girl needs to be. I dunno, it’s like there’s a deeper connection between them, so that by the time she does slide her fingers in, it’s wordless, it’s natural… god that must be so nice.

And fucking hell does that girl cum hard! Her fingers dig into the fabric of the massage table and she just silently moans, as she kicks her legs out. Her hips thrust hard against the table, causing her bum to jiggle softly.

It’s not fake like most porn… well, I know it is, but it’s a lot less “fake” that most porn. The orgasm that the masseuse gives her is natural, and beautiful. It’s like her body is rewarding her. I like that.

I sort of I want… something like that.

To be encouraged like that, and rewarded for sharing my body with soft hands that know what they’re doing, that know what a girl wants. What a girl needs.

Not that you need to know this, but the previous few sentences of this entry was actually written three days after the entry, because I had a lot to think about. You know, I know who I am, and what I like, but sometimes, like these last three days, I wonder.

I guess it’s just that the more I’ve been thinking about that video, the more I wonder, as hard as it might be to admit, or what it means, what it would be like to feel soft feminine hands… upon my flesh, and um, inside my body. You know, that weren’t my own.

Fuck.

Super Smashwords Summer Discounts!

So, I've just been informed that two of my kinky collections have have been selected for special promotions over at Smashwords! What does this mean? If you act before August 1st, you can get a 25% discount on either of these amazingly steamy erotic anthologies.

The first collection chosen is my Scandalously Short Bedtime Stories, in the vein of erotic romance with some hot and heavy scenes to get pulses racing. If you enjoy a romantic buildup to your erotica, this may be your cup of tea!

The second series is my Fantastically Filthy Fantasies, which I'm not going to lie, is absolutely perverted hardcore kink pure and simple. If you enjoy your sex wet, hard, and fast, this is right up your alley!

And finally, even if you don't purchase, please take a peek? Both texts allow previews, and I love hearing people's opinions on what I write. So, don't be a stranger?

H.

A Scandalously Short Bedtime Collection (Scandalously Short Bedtime Stories Vol.1-3)

This searingly sexy compilation includes all of my previously published erotica novellas, One Night At The Beach House, Friday Night Fun, and Sugar & Spice in one convenient book! That's four different stories in total!

As an added extra, I've included a copy of my latest short, Bound, for those of you who have darker tastes. This sexy short is around 5000 words, and prominently features bondage & dominance, female submission, fear-play, teasing, and oral sex.

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One Night At The Beach House [ff, first-time, lesbian] (Scandalously Short Bedtime Stories Vol.1)

Eva and Beth are best friends soaking up the sun and enjoying a relaxing, wine-soaked stay at Beth's parent's beach house. But when Beth tries to get the quiet Eva to come out of her shell by flirting and teasing her, she may just wind up with more than she bargained for.

This short story is roughly 9500 words in length, and contains steamy scenes of first-time sexy sex between two college-aged girls and some swearing.

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“You know what would really get to him?”

Beth, half in her own world, managed a dispassionate “What?”

Trying not to look at Beth’s perfectly manicured heart, Eva knelt to grab the sponge from the wet tiles below them. Then, fixing her gaze just above her friends head, she said “This,” as she began to rub it against Beth’s soft shoulder.

“Ooh, spicy,” Beth burbled with excitement, “He'll totally die and want every last detail,” she grinned. The blonde steadied herself with the opposite arm against the wall, and let the water and her caring friend do their work.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Eva smiled with uncertainty.

She continued making slightly larger circles, and ran the sponge down her friend’s toned arm. Eva tried to ignore that Beth’s chest, as small as it was, heaved gently, as her head slowly nodded in long, gentle waves, as the water washed over her. She was intensely focused, and concentrating deeply upon something.

Eva recognized that look anywhere, and the more she thought about it, the more that she liked what she was doing to her friend.

Hand shaking and gripping the sponge with white knuckles, Eva paused and tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. She started again, in a weak and crackly voice.

“…so, um, how jealous do you wanna make Dan?”

Beth smiled and turned to her friend, eyes still closed as warm jets danced across her aching rosy nipples. “I want to have something on him so that he'll drop anything and be on his knees, begging me for the briefest detail,” she began. “I mean, he’s wealthy bad boy, so it’s not like anyone else can put him in his place, right?” she smirked.

“Definitely,” Eva replied, as she reached for a light purple bottle of body wash on a low, stone shelf.

“But yeah, what did you have in mind?” Beth asked, as she gently opened her mouth, letting the warm water droplets cascade along her lips. She was about to turn to back to see what her silent friend was doing, but just then, she heard the cap of the purple bottle click.

“Oh, that’s good. Do my whole back, he'll just die!” she beamed. Within seconds, the blonde moaned softly as she felt something icy cold drizzle down shoulder, causing her to gasp. “God that feels so good. You have no idea...” she trailed off, lost in pleasure.

Eva’s bare hands touched the slippery purple soap on her friend’s shoulders and began to gently massage it. The blonde grabbed her wet hair in her hand, and coiled it forward.

Eva’s hands traced over Beth’s back, as she marveled at the tight feminine muscle that she’d somehow manage to hide under her supple frame. Her hands, slick and slippery, ran along Beth’s toned arms, allowing Eva to feel the tightness that was hidden along them. She secretly hated that the girl in front of her had enough time, and money for yoga, spin-class, and Pilates to actually do their magic.

The blonde moaned softly through barely opened lips. She began to speak, but stopped as she felt Eva’s hands caressing her slippery sides. They slid wetly along her soft flesh, and before she was fully aware of it, gently cupped her small, perky breasts from underneath.

Beth gasped and leaned back slightly.

“Eves...what are you doing?”

Eva chose not to answer immediately, but instead kneaded the quivering girl’s breasts, slipping and sliding the hard, rosy nipples between her wet fingers. “Just giving you a story for Dan,” she casually replied. She could feel Beth’s hands pressing back against her. They seemed to be stuck between pushing Eva away, and pulling her in closer.

Eva knew that although she was taller than Beth, the toned blonde was muscled like a jungle cat, and could’ve easily pushed the freckled brunette away anytime she wanted to.

But she didn’t.

Eva kept focusing upon this last thought and decided to blame this turn of events fully upon the wine.

Beth’s fingers dug into Eva’s pale hips, as she felt her friends soft hands massage her breasts. She was used to the rough pawing of her boyfriend, Dan. He only touched her when he wanted to get off. It was formulaic, distant, and predictable.

This was different.

Beth leaned her head back, and cradled it against Eva’s shoulder for support.

“Eves, we shouldn’t... I’ve never...” but found that even she was having a hard time believing this.

Eva’s hands trembled as her soft, feminine hands groped and teased Beth’s tight little rosebuds. Beth’s breasts were so much smaller than hers, but they felt warm and inviting. Her friend’s nipples became far harder and pointier than her own, and Eva relished the soft and graceful moans that Beth made when she pinched and tweaked them.

“We should stop,” Eva began.

“We totally should. This is wrong,” Beth replied, as she began to press her slippery ass back into Eva’s body. Neither of them dared to say it, but when their glistening young bodies finally touched beneath the warm caress of the shower, it was electric.